Breaking the fast...

Been a long time. This is definitely my longest stretch of bloglessness yet. I won't even try to make excuses or give reasons. I'm finding out that there is no one way to channel creativity, at least for me. I've tried a bunch hoping to find that one magical sitting position or pencil or time of day. No such thing exists. I even thought that this blog was my answer. Turns out not so much. I guess it's like with religion. You can't reach God in just one way or see him in just one thing. He is everywhere. Creativity is everywhere. It is in everything. I just hope it's in Colorado. For that is where I am headed tomorrow for the long-awaited writing retreat.

I go into this retreat with little more in the way of expectations than the obvious. I am going to be on my own for five days in the mountains with new people. That is all. Well, I'd be lying if I didn't admit I hope to get some reading done. I've packed 8 books for crying out loud. And three notebooks. Two pencils. Three pens. A highlighter pen with post-it flags. And a pencil sharpener. I'm prepared. I may not be wearing the expensive matching outfit from Sports Authority, but creativity can't be found in the superficial. I am ready to get dirty.


A preponderance of pondering would be my highest hope for this retreat. I love this shot.