Last night I met with four of my writer friends for appetizers and good conversation. Getting there was its own challenge as there were a series of events from vomitting child to ghost by the pickup truck to lost directions to broken printer to lost on a dark island to VW door not opening to Blakely and Blakely Street to to to...
I've been reading a book on intuition and following that feeling inside you. However, this was not instinct or intuition, it was a series of events that made traveling to dinner party difficult. There was a part of me that wondered if this would be the last drive I ever took--I had visions of falling trees crashing through my beetle, head on collisions--but in the end, we arrived there (an hour late) and returned home safely. In the end, I think J. explained it best when she said, "Sometimes I think there are dark forces at work to try to stop me from doing good." Spoken like a true superhero.
I must say, I am incredibly thankful to where I live given the great number of writerly friends who surround me. As they say about the NW: Throw a stick, hit a poet. And it's true. At any given time, I can be within 5-15 minutes of being at another poet/writer's house (on either side of water). In my writing group, six of us have published books or chapbooks in the last two years. It is a luxury to live around so many creative people and to have them as friends. I realize this. There's this creative energy happening here.
T., who is doing the NaNoWriMo said the only other place that has more words than the Seattle area in the Novel Writing Contest is England. I sometimes wonder if the weather here has to do with so many creative people. We're indoors a lot. We love the rain because it gives us an excuse to curl up with a good book or to spend the days at our desks writing. I just know there is good energy here and I'm thankful for it.
