Day two of my writer’s retreat. Well, that’s what I’m calling it even though it’s not exactly what I planned. I was supposed to go to Bowers House, a Writers Retreat and Literary Center in Georgia, but given that my husband is still recovering from major back surgery, I felt uncomfortable being so far away – just in case. So, feeling deprived and sorry for myself, I decided to take the week off anyway and just write at home.
It’s not that I can’t write at home, I do it all the time, but I also do the laundry, organize drawers, clean the closets, clip my dog’s nails – you get the drift. Did I say I also check my kitchen cupboards to see if all my exotic spices are still in the house just in case I get inspired to make an amazing Indian dish?
While I was gearing up for my make-do “retreat,” my writing mentor and dear friend, Peggy, was going out of town to visit her children the exact week I had to cancel Bowers House. I know Peggy’s place because my writer’s group meets there every other Tuesday. It’s only ten minutes from my house but it feels like miles and miles away. It’s quiet, serene, with cream colored furniture, and best of all there is Gracie, her pure white cat who thinks she’s a dog.
Wouldn’t Gracie need someone to take care of her? Yes she would. What an amazing swap. I get to write at Peggy’s place all day and leave when I’m ready. So far, I’ve been going around 10:00 and returning around 7:00. Gracie is happy and I’m ecstatic. In two days, I’ve revised 12 chapters, and hopefully, I can finish all 25 of them by the end of the week.
In addition, I have given up all household chores, including cooking, so we’re either eating out or bringing in, and the only thing I do in the morning before I leave is walk Terra, our dog.
Oh yeah, look at this little jewel I see in the morning. A dove has decided to build a nest in a planter near Peggy’s front door. I’ve watched it grow in just two days. What a perfect metaphor for my writer’s retreat!