Earlier this month Edward Kelsey Moore put his pen and typewriter in a valise and got in the horseless carriage and drove down to southern Indiana to write. He spent a week in a rural cabin with water and electricity but few of the other "modern" conveniences, and he set himself the task of accomplishing lots of quality work. There was a small lake with picturesque morning fog. At night bullfrogs and crickets sang their love-songs and at dawn the birds celebrated each new day -- then the smallest animals scampered across the cabin roof, going about their simple lives. And so he wrote. (104)
If you would like to see the view from the cabin's porch, or travel with Edward to some of the other places he's been this year, then click here to visit the Photo page. (34)
Sometimes you stop book-touring, and stop writing the ideas in your head, and you bake a pie. Fresh blueberry (yes, he made the crust) and he grilled up lots of tasty BBQ.