Posts featuring book camp, which I host annually for my kids and nieces. Mostly living room forts and stories.
Today began with a super secret project at the grandparents’ house. From all accounts, the project was smashing. The remainder of the day has been fairly subdued, with writing giving way to television, video games, napping, and chatting. Strangely, these middle parts where nothing much happens are the umami of book camp. They are the… Continue reading
As I write this from my bed, the tv sound system continues to rumble its siren song. Something about cars, being fast, being continually and increasingly furious. But sleep calls to me, and I soon will answer. The day was…remarkable in that it was almost wholly unremarkable. A secret project continued. Packages arrived. Words were… Continue reading