Amazingly enough, we have a two hour break! It's so great to sit in my room and stare out the window. I have a little more work to do, but then I'm seriously contemplating a nap.

I just came from a great class on dialogue. It's probably one of the most difficult things to write well, at least for me. Great dialogue in a short story or a novel really is a work of art. And like so many artful things--you know it when you see it, but how do you make it? The thesis of the lecture was that good dialogue is as much about rhythm and music as it is about content. Maybe more so.

We had a big storm yesterday--some fringe of one of these hurricanes in the south? But today is beautiful and clear and not too hot. Still, I'm looking forward to going home. Wes and the girls are doing great, but I think we're all ready to settle back into our routine. The girls have had fun, though. In the ten days I've been gone, they've traveled to Tahoe, ridden ponies, watched fireworks, eaten at McDonalds, watched Tarzan 2 (with kettle corn), had ice cream cones, and watched Herbie Fully Loaded, had playdate and gone swimming every day. Pretty fun stuff.