I’m writing tonight from Savidge Library at the MacDowell Colony in Peterborough, New Hampshire, where the leaves are turning to fire and the turkeys roam free.
During my month-long residency, I am revising a novel and working on a group of poems. I knew my time at MacDowell would be special, but it’s hard to fully capture the magic of this place in a few words and pictures. I honestly feel like the luckiest writer in the world.
It hasn’t been hard to tap into the creative energy buzzing all around this place. Thank you, MacDowell. Looking forward to the rest of my stay.