Island, my island...
Last week I signed a contract with She Writes Press. Publishing my book about Rachel Field will be a lengthy process; target release is spring 2021. Even so, it is a huge event for me! This island and the rambling wood frame house on the northern shore – once Rachel’s and now mine – supplied the inspiration for this project, eleven years long and counting.
Today the surf is pounding, wind roaring, a gusty proclamation of seasonal shift. I’m writing by myself in a little log cabin in the woods, The Dory. It’s chilly in here. My knuckles are stiffening. These buildings have no heat source except fireplaces.
High-speed internet, however, is the latest island update. So far we have kept the Field House WiFi free, but The Dory is online. For now, I’m content to have to trudge a hundred yards away to connect to the rest of the world, but we may succumb before long. It would be nice to have company and warmth while working. Even as I write, tendrils of tantalizing woodsmoke exercise their allure. Sam must have lit a fire. Time to head home.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 45: 187 words, TOTAL = 6741; 53,259 remaining
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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.