Saturday, September 5, 2009
I read one night at Wildacres when all the artists and writers gathered in the lobby of the main lodge. I also had the opportunity to tell them about my poetry chapbook coming out in the fall. I think the idea of writers and artists of all kinds coming together for a week, not to take classes, but to have the time to work on projects of their choosing is a fantastic idea. Nothing is structured but mealtimes. It was just what I needed I think, and I've come home with some priorities set so I hope I can better focus on what I should be doing at this time. Although I was told by a woman today it took her a year to straighten out her thinking after she lost her husband.
I was able to do some re-writing and accomplished one piece that absolutely transported me back in time. For three hours I left this time period and regressed to 1968 where my memories overcame my present situation and I completely forgot where I was. How strange to suddenly come back to September 2009, look around and for a minute not know where I was.
I'd like to be able to write like that every day for the next year and maybe by then I could better face the present. I do have some wonderful things to write about. Now here at home, I must discipline myself to do that.