Tomorrow, a writer’s trip, a writer’s day. I’m driving down to Copake,N.Y., to pick up my free-lance editor Rosemary Ahern and then driving down to Connecticut to meet with my agent, Christopher Schelling and see his new home. He has finally left New York City for the country and is loving it.

I rarely get to see Christopher, we e-mail, text and talk on the phone. And I love hanging out with Rosemary, she and Christopher used to work together in publishing and have left the corporate side of it to work for themselves. Christopher is a wonderful agent, warm, supportive, sharp and modern.

He has done a wonderful job of guiding me through some choppy waters in recent years and I am excited to see him and have lunch with him. Because of him, I quickly got another publisher and a book deal just weeks after I left Random House, my life-long publisher.

Christopher was a New Yorker through and through, along with his partner and spouse, the novelist Augusten Burroughs.

I intend to be  back at Bedlam Farm by nightfall, I will miss Maria and the gang here, but this will be a great day, a much-needed connection to publishing and the writer’s life. It is always fund to spend time with Rosemary, we are good friends.

I’m living around sun-up and hope to be back by dark.