We had a relaxing weekend. We did patio and margaritas with our daughters on Friday and then a quiet—utterly delicious—chicken barbecue for just the two of us on Saturday.
Then we streamed Hamilton. We saw it on stage three years ago, but watching the original cast was a treat. I was struck once again by the power of the writing. It is in hip-hop rhyme but whole swaths have the rhythm of iambic pentameter I swear! It seems to me the play is a classic hero story, in which a brilliant and ambitious hero comes out of nowhere to the pinnacle and then falls due to his own hubris. Can you guess my favorite line?
As to the work, I sent draft 2 of The Wayward Son off to critique partners. I’m working away on a novella for the next Belles’ anthology. It involves a headmistress and a coachman. And last week brought me a pile of lovely book memes that I’m spreading on Instagram and Facebook. You may even see some here. I’m on it! I think I need that quote on a mug. But first, coffee.