This is my evening

Home alone. Improvised ratatouille (what's ratatouille if not improvised?). Laura Van den Berg's collection which just arrived from Powell's. The latest Letters in the Mail I have yet to read. And catching up on writing blogs.

The trailer for the new Wuthering Heights movie coming soon to the US. (With the Mumford & Sons song, this trailer gave me chills, in the best way.)

An interesting, synchronistic blog post over at Ploughshares about writing/running/marathoning/novel-ing.

A quiet, cool night to sit in my back yard and listen. Last night I heard coyotes howl. It's nice to feel a sense of wildness even on my patio slab in the middle of suburbia.