But Jack London's library
|London's Library, via the William Brown Project ©|
In 1992, I was determined and succeeded in writing 1000 words each day and not answer the phone or receive visitors until the words were planted on the page. I did this after Rebby and I did morning pages and worked our way through the Artists Way, Julia Cameron's singular masterpiece of get it going.
When Rebecca suggested we buy this book on a drive down to Newport (RI) I was aghast and said let's buy one copy and share it. Then when we began it was clear that we needed two copies and I had to run, or rather drive over to Brown's Bookstore (I still had my faculty ID) and buy a second copy.
Perhaps it was just this sabbatical year or serendipity, but in 1992 I did these exercises, took a workshop on Proprioceptive Writing in Portland (ME) and wrote every day.
I followed this workshop with a sojourn to Liberty (ME), a quiet place, and a room with a view, in what was once a wreak of a chicken coop, turned into a masterful 3-level house by a fellow aspiring writer. Each room had floor to ceiling windows and small outdoor porches, all of which captured the light, often dim in Maine.
|Liberty Post Office © Michal Flisiuk|
M, my friend worked 50 miles from Liberty, left early in the morning and arrived back late in the evening, giving me the house all day to write, and write, and go into Belfast for typewriter ribbon (yes that long ago) and buy great food at the local food cooperative. But it was writing I was after and writing I got.
One great cooking adventure was when on a weekend we visited a neighbour friend and gathered together tons of just ripened tomatoes. The two, M and Y had been partners in a herb business and the right pot and lovely dried herbs were waiting for us at home. I did up a marvelous sauce while wringing out Parsifal's Adventures on a slow moving electric typewriter.
...to be continued...