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Writing historical fiction: sometime journal of a New York City novelist

a windy, clear New York day

I walked down to the park and the wind was tossing the trees and snapping the flags; there was a huge sound of wind. Behind the Memorial at 89th street the Hudson Guild Shakespeare players were practicing again with a very intense, compelling actress with spiked hair shouting against the wind. Now that the Shakespeare players are coming back and the boat basin cafe is open again, the more friendly months are here! I am waiting for the gates of the public wharf to open to all of us who do not own boats but love to walk past the ropes and listen to the water and choose the boat we'd most like to be sailing or motoring on up the Hudson (if someone would kindly invite us).
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