Take Me Back to Iowa City!

Or, a note about writing about writing and workshopping a novel

Dear reader,

I’m back from Iowa, but you might not guess it from looking at me. I’m sipping coffee from an Iowa mug, wearing a Hawkeyes sweatshirt, and glancing at my phone, expecting to get a text from someone asking if I want to meet up at George’s or the Fox Head after class. Three weeks in a place is just long enough to settle in, make it feel homey, and if I didn’t miss my dog so damn much, I might have had a harder time leaving.