I've had a wonderful few days in the Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill area with Molly Weston, mystery maven and reviewer par excellence (and the most obliging and thoughtful hostess imaginable), along with two fellow mystery writers, Mary Anna Evans and Mark de Castrique. Our whirlwind tour of one library and three bookstores went beautifully and I'll talk about it and Molly at length in the September newsletter.
But now I'm home!
My pulse always quickens when the mountains come into sight as I leave the flatlands and by the time our own particular mountain is in view, I'm bearing down on that accelerator as if I were nearing a finish line.
I used this in Old Wounds, putting some of my feelings into Rosemary's thoughts as she returns home:
She smiled, feeling the tug of home and family. Words from one of Shakespeare's sonnets ran in her mind
. . . it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. "
It's good to be back.