The sun is back – welcome, Sun!
My younger sister and I drove through 7 hours of rain yesterday, arriving on a drenched evening to a writer’s retreat on the coast of Maine. Here is the little cabana we are sharing……and here is the view from the deck. Pretty nice.
This is my second writer’s retreat, B’s first. It’s wonderful to be here with her. We reap a lot from each other’s company, despite, or maybe because of the 7 ½ year age difference and contrast in stage of life. No matter where you are in life, it is a great treat to be able to be on your own in a new place for a weekend, with the sole purpose of thinking about your life and your work, and exploring ways to express those thoughts.
This place where we’re staying is an interesting setting for me. Since we are in a very secluded bay, the water has the feel of a lake, but it is unquestionably the sea. It is a lake jazzed up, the sea tamed. The building construction and landscape are reminiscent of both the Adirondacks, NY and Sutton Island, ME – my two most precious retreats.
We met a bunch of writers last night –published veterans, dabblers, and everything in between. Always an interesting group – thoughtful, curious, occasionally awkward. Time and again you meet someone who seems timid or simple or dull – then they stand up and read some of their work and it practically knocks you flat. Writers hide a lot beneath a humble surface.
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