It was just 3 day ago that I returned from my hideaway in the mountains in Vermont. It feels like ages ago, though my heart is still there. I went back to the cabin in the woods nestled into the side of a mountain in West Rupert. This is where I wrote To Dance in the Rain – A Mother and Daughter’s Journey of Hope and Healing. Love is a strong word, one I reserve only for nouns (person’s, places and things) that sit very close to my heart. I love this place!
This trip was reserved for a little R&R and to get organized with my next move on the literary world. I made my way there with so many thoughts, feelings and possibilities. More than a few ideas to rummage through, muse upon and make decisions about. So many stories, so little time! I was able to organize most of what was going on in the mental realm and put together a plan on how to approach my next undertaking. I also reignited the embers of a few other projects.
Oh look at this…cool ha?!
As any of you who write know, and for those of you who don’t, I have an inside scoop for you. We writing types rummage through the mental debris more than most I’d say, always searching for the words to express an idea in just the right way, so that it can be understood with the same intensity that we feel it.
While foraging around up there we meet up with notions that we weren’t actually looking for and never would have anticipated finding. I came face to face with more than I needed to during this past weekend. Lots of emotion hidden behind a stream of thoughts and ideas. There was also a reckoning with a stream of thought whose goal seemed to be to slow me down, to sidetrack and thwart my plans to be productive. I ran a mental marathon, when all I intended to do was peacefully meander around the block. There in my friends, lies the fun of it!
So the new phase has begun, back to the pen. It’s the exciting part of it all for me. Now all I need is a little space in this crazy thing called life. Good luck, right?!?!