First, Pete lives in a home with a killer view of the sunrise.
Second, he gets up between 3 and 5:00am every day, as a matter of course. It is a humbling observation for someone in the midst of a one year challenge to see dawn every day - something I consider a difficult goal. Next year, when I heave a sigh of relief and sleep again, gratefully, until 7 or 8 or 9:00 (or 10! sigh), he'll still be getting up to meet the first light of day. No big deal.
terrific website. He also teaches writing from time to time, and has been a mentor and cheerleader for me over the years. Not only that, but the writing life he has carved out for himself feeds his passions - he travels all around the world with his camera on adventures of various sorts, and writes about his trips. His work educates, entertains, and excites readers of all ages.
I was talking to someone recently about my writing - the blog, my online column, and the Rachel Field book. I believe she meant this in a friendly way, but she said something to this effect: "Oh, I see. It's sort a writing hobby for fun." The remark caught me short, because I feel this lurking anxiety from time to time that I am just a bored housewife looking for something to do.
I truly want to take my writing seriously. I want it to become what I do - but until I get paid on a regular basis, or get hired to do speaking engagements, or do assignments with deadlines that come from somewhere besides myself, it is hard to think of myself as a real writer. And I suppose it's hard for others to see me that way too - especially if I present myself with all of the humility and uncertainty that I am wont to feel.
Here is photo taken near Pete's home. Even the road's name inspires poetic ideas of adventure. I will refer to in the future when I forget to feel excitement about what I do.
sunrise on Snake Mountain Rd.