A Writer’s Life: Change of place, change of pace.
Home has two meanings for me. The Man and I own a house in Maryland. We live there, work there. It’s where my stuff and my cat and my life is. Home.
Additionally, Iowa is home. The state contains my hometown - where I grew up and graduated high school - and the town in northeastern Iowa where my parents live now. These are also home.
Two completely different places.
At least twice a year, I go home, to Iowa. Typically I fly, especially at Christmas, but occasionally I drive. I’m driving this year. And as much as I am not looking forward to construction and traffic, I am looking forward to 16 hours in the car, alone.
This is not to say that I don’t have alone time at home. I do. But my car is a bubble, and I can’t wait to climb into it and hit the road.
My brain needs a serious reset, and this is it.
I’ll have a whole week with my folks in Iowa, and then drive over to Wisconsin to spend a long weekend with friends from my “guild” in EverQuest. And then, another 14 hour drive home from there.
Thirty hours to think. To plot The Irish Project in my head. To sing loudly. To release the things in my brain that seem to be holding me back from getting where I need to be.
I leave tomorrow. I’m excited.
I’ll be back in two weeks! Wish me luck!
