Seattle and London
Teaching and traveling do not help one write a book. I am too tired to do anything much today but tinker. However, I think — or I need to think — that the travel is good. I met a group of warm, smart women, a book club in Seattle. I am still thinking about them even though I am back on the east coast, where, by the way, there are no cherry trees in bloom. Sleet, rain, snow — good writing weather for those who are actually writing instead of planning their trip to London next week.
My favorite part of the Seattle book club was inspired by our conversation about Abraham as a parent: How strict should we be as as moms? Clearly, we do not need to take our children up mountains and kill them (or prepare to kill them). But should our sons play video games? What tv shows should our daughters watch?
Maybe planning the London trip is all consuming because I want to map out a Wollstonecraft/Shelley tour that is as comprehensive as possible. I want to go stand on Putney Bridge and look down at the water. Not to be morbid. But I like to imagine that I am seeing what she saw.