|Elmhirst Resort, Rice Lake Ontario|
It's a busy day - a good, busy day for me. I'm getting my stuff together to head off to a writing retreat. Five days of open space, as structured or unstructured as I need; in the company of other writers or on my own, maybe even in my jammies; no meals to plan, prepare or clean up after; and all under the "care-full" wings of two very capable writers, Ruth Walker and Gwynn Scheltema.
I have a somewhat muted optimism about this escape to write. Honestly, I'm a bit anxious about it. It's been nearly a year since I even looked at my work in progress memoir. To be fair, and even kind to myself, the months have not been wrapped in utter idleness. First, there was the home renovation that turned this...
Like all reno's this one was chock full of disruptions, noise, dust, and delays. Winter intruded before we could get the interior finished. Still, the space holds promises of light and inspiration. And the floor is done!
Then in the late autumn, my love's health took a hit for the first time in our life together, (nearly fifty years). Age plus genetics set up roadblocks along the coronary artery highway. An angiogram revealed a 100% occlusion of the left anterior descending artery (aka the widow-maker) and a 70% blockage of the right coronary artery. A week before Christmas, two stents were successfully placed to open up the arteries. We dodged a bullet, that is for sure. The man bounced back with gusto. Me? I was a little slower to return to regularly scheduled life, slower to pick up my pen to write.
|Spring Thaw Writing Retreat 2017|
What do I want from this escape? I want to hang out with some great people, enjoy the camaraderie of fellow writers and soothing embrace of a lakeside cottage. I want to write, to feel the joyful glide of fountain pen on crisp white paper.
Will the memoirist return to pick up the threads of the story about her mother and Alzheimer's Disease? Will the travel writer, anticipating the Norwegian fjords of the next great cruise, fill the pages with a journey of amazement? Will the former pastor give voice to the challenges of the job, the stories of faith, hope and love; fear, despair, and betrayal? Or, is there another story in the shadows, waiting to be inked?
It matters not to me which of my muses joins me during these rest-full days, or what she writes. The welcome mat is out for any and all. The pens are full. The paper fresh and inviting. It's going to okay. I can do this.
©2018 April Hoeller