I live in a small town – population around 2000. To translate that for those who live in cities we have one stoplight in our entire valley. Our valley consists of three small towns separated by eight miles each. And one stoplight.
I like where I live. I don’t lock my car when I’m in town. I recognize most people by sight.
I am also a writer. From a small town perspective this translates as the nearest writing group that I belong to is a five plus hour drive. I can’t talk to the grocery store clerk about the voices in my head. I live in a western town, no one around here would bother with an intervention. I’d more than likely be arrested.
So I do what I can to renew myself from a writer’s point of view. I think this is terribly important, writing is such a solitary endeavor. I email writer friends online, I have a critique partner and I attend a few conferences and retreats. I joined Liz in Albion this past weekend. She wrote an eloquent blog about it yesterday: http://wp.me/p1hrXu-Gn /via @wordpressdotcom.
Forgive me if piggyback on her theme, but I truly do believe in the importance of renewing our muses. In three and a half days time, I did that. I not only pulled myself out of a slight writing funk, I finished my current WIP. I chatted with friends who understand those voices in my heads, because they are in their head’s too. I renewed friendships. I drank too much wine. I had a wonderful time.
And I came home happy and rejuvenated. Ready to start my edits and brave the querying process all over again. Because this road – the long one that the unpublished writer begins without knowing what or just how far a journey lies around that first bend – can be a very lonely and deserted road. It has bumps and potholes and sometimes craters that we have to negotiate around. But it is the road that we have chosen. The unknown and less traveled one.
And to share that road, that journey, can be a remarkable thing.
Do you renew your muse? How so?