The Indigo Girls have this song called “Virginia Woolf”, it’s a good tune. My favorite part of the song goes: “They published your diary, and that’s how I got to know you, The key to the room of your own and a mind without end, and here’s a young girl, on a kind of a telephone line through time, and the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friend.”
I was on the telephone this evening and my long-lost friend was Madeline L’Engle (of A Wrinkle in Time fame, among others.)
Good lord that has an amazing ring to it.
Especially when I’ve been writing a book for several months and have continually written myself into corners time and time again. All the time wondered how the hell I was going to tie everything together.
Finally, all the hard work and words have come to fruition and built something solid and strong and just downright wonderful.
There is a sigh of relief in the words. An excitement. A sense of accomplishment.
There is something that completes me when I type those words. Something hopeful. As a writer, there is a lot of doubt that comes with the territory. So finding inspiration and holding onto it for 90,000 words fights the demons of doubt on many levels.
Look, there is still a lot of work to do. I’ve got to edit this thing. I’ve got to get my beta readers reading. I’ve got to make sure I’ve captured the heart of the story. I’ve got to submit to agents again and go through that process of putting my everything out there and waiting to find out if this work, if this time there is something here that someone wants to invest in.
But all of that doesn’t matter in these few minutes.
I just typed two little words. I sit back in my chair and wonder how just typing them can make me feel so alive, complete and accomplished.
I’m going to just sit here a few more minutes and swim around in this wonderful feeling of completing another book.
Writing in The Italian kicthen
Ok, so I’m not going to sleep on this trip…fine by me. I’ve just doubled up on the air borne, washing my hands and thank the good Lord for my niece, as she is the reason I stop every afternoon and take a breather while she naps.
First things first: Florence in June.
I’m not going to lie to you. It’s hot. High of 98 degrees for the past few days and it’s also muggy. Bring on the humidity. Those who live in the South East of the States can appreciate this kind of heat. Also because Florence is on a river and it’s humid….you guessed it. There are mosquitoes galore. So it’s hot and I’ve got bug bites and I’m not sleeping because I’m too excited.
And I don’t give one good damn.
I recently went to Maui for seven days and seven nights.
I didn’t know if I would like Hawaii. With the history degree that I have, I adore immersing myself in the lands of the ancients. The land where history is from. And for me, that land is Europe. (Super side note: if you’ve ever seen Eddie Izzard, he says it best. “I grew up in Europe. Where the history comes from.”)
I studied antiquities in college. You know, Romans and Greeks. So it’s always been that I long for Europe in a way that has seeped into the fabric of my soul and driven me on my gypsy adventures. Continue reading
There are many ways in which the New Year is celebrated.
Some lay in a prone position on the sofa while hangovers dissipate. Others watch parades and attend parades. Some clean the house in a sort of good-bye to the holiday season. And still others celebrate with family and friends over nice meals.
This year, I found a different way to celebrate and say hello to 2016.
It began with waking up and bundling myself against the Idaho cold that we are prone to this time of year. I packed a few things in a bag, gave kisses to my little family and ran out to my friends waiting car.
Exactly one hour later, with bated breath, I stood on the shore of Lucky Peak Lake in minus -5 degree weather, in my bathing suit, as my friend Michele instructed, “Don’t think, just run.”