So I was going to write about the great writer’s weekend I just went on, but when I came home I saw my limes were ripe!
Now the reason this is so exciting is that I have been nurturing these limes for almost two years!
Seattle is not the ideal climate, of course, but I love the smell of citrus blossoming. So in May of 2015, I bought a baby lime tree. It blossomed indoors (ah, heaven), then a few teeny tiny bumps replaced the blossoms. I put it on the deck for the summer. It thrived, grew big, but those few limes were miniscule and hard. Back indoors for the winter. It bloomed again (swoon) and a few more baby limes popped out. Last year’s were growing still, but sloowwllyy. This summer they all got bigger but I hesitated to pick them. They still felt like rocks. Back inside two weekends ago when the hurricane was threatening. This morning I saw gorgeous, just turning yellow, perfectly ripe beauties. 2 years, $20, a couple of priceless fragrant days and 8 perfect limes.
Planning to make some limeade & vodka & sit near the new blossoms on my sweet distracting little tree.
…a waterfall a mile up the road. Gorgeous even in the rain!
Wow, do I feel lucky! I got to go to a 5-day writers’ retreat over on Lake Quinault. Patrick Swenson, author of the Ultra Thin Man and exceptional publisher (Fairwood Press) organizes this every year, and I’ve always wanted to go.
It was everything I had wanted a retreat to be, and more. Tons of time to write – very little distracts you when the weather outside is frightful, the cell phone reception is non-existent and the internet is intermittent. Exactly what I’d hoped for!
…No, this wasn’t the view from my room (it’s writer’s lounge for folks who like to write with company)
Nor did I have a cabin on the lake…
This was my view – I chose to cocoon in my room and just pound on the laptop. It worked ! I loved my little space.
A few interesting talks & meetings – but only a few, and I did skip some. Company was extremely congenial. It was amazingly motivating to talk with fellow writers over a meal about our works-in-progress and about our process. Some fun and noisy social times after we’d put in a productive day, or before we started (for those night owls). I laughed a LOT.
I completely re-organized my MG novel, added and subtracted scenes, pretty much finished the rough draft, and generally felt LIKE A WRITER AGAIN!
What a wonderful gift of space and time. Thank you Patrick!