To keep myself accountable as I write a YA novel about the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge, by the end of the 2014 ... I heretofore present my daily progress, thoughts, and issues.
Type monkey, type.
The smell of honeysuckle and heat greets you at the Breakneck Ridge train stop; a quarter-of-the-way up the Hudson Valley, half the Metro North train empties out beside the track. Day-hikers of all kinds, united in the belief that the first of June--sun-drenched, humid, and glorious already at 10am--should not be wasted in the City.
