Strange, but now that I’m so close to handing in my final manuscript for the Rachel Field book, I’m dragging my feet. It has been a superb distraction and time-filler during these quarantine days. There hasn’t been a day when I lacked for pressing work.
Yesterday I got the last round of remarks to go over from the wonderful copyeditor, Molly Lindley-Pisani. I’ll do my final clean-up, return it to her one last time, then she’ll send me a manuscript ready to submit! I have all the photos and images lined up, just filling in captions and photo credits.
Instead of diving into book work this morning, however, I went for a glorious hike around the Great Pond Mountain Conservation Lands in Orland, Maine. For two hours I was utterly alone – no other car in the dirt lot where I started, never saw a soul until I was a few hundred yards from getting back. The absolute isolation gave me alternating feelings of liberation and unease. I got a walking stick from the woods in case I met a bear. Got lost, missed the summit, loved being with trees.
Now it’s snowing. April in Maine is crazy.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 228: 197 words, TOTAL = 37,210; 22,790 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.