 Today, something completely different. I was picking up a book from a friend who lives in Stephen King’s Bangor neighborhood the other day. There has been a fantastical artwork in progress in King's front yard – a massive sculpture being created with a chainsaw from an old, dead tree. Birds and creatures slowly emerged, then a bookshelf - a reader’s dream fantasy in wood. It is particularly appropriate in conjunction with the fact that the Kings are in the midst of establishing an archive and writer’s retreat center in their home, there on West Broadway. Too bad I’m not a horror writer. But hey, who knows where I’ll go next? My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 219: 109 words, TOTAL = 35,770; 24,230 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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