I gave myself a treat last month and went to the coast all by myself with the goal of writing until I felt like stopping, instead of stopping when I got interrupted. It was glorious. I took a walk down the beach first thing.
And then I got down to writing.
The next day I climbed the dune. I wasn’t at all sure I could make it to the top. It’s been awhile since I tried. However, I discovered there are many, many different angles to take photos from. I took advantage of all of them. Long advantages. With lots of deep breathing. And luckily no puking.
And, one step at a time, I made it to the top.
Instead of the traditional giant leaping run back down the same side, I took a slower, gentler route down the backside and around.
Back to writing. All day.
I’m working on a novel about loss and darkness, rediscovery and light. It’s not easy to write and my hope was that by getting away from home and all its distractions and interruptions I would be able to focus and get some words on the page. It worked. I did. Seven new chapters.
I ended my mini retreat by treating myself to a salmon dinner at the Pelican Pub.
I think I might have to make a habit of this.
Peace,
Chris
Good for you, Chris. 😊
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Congrats on your chapters. That is wonderful!
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I’m heading back again in a couple of weeks…can’t wait!!!
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