Tar River Writing Project

Sat., June 23rd. 

It's almost midnight and I'm looking forward to Monday when the Summer Institute begins. My books have not arrived yet, and I haven't the faintest idea about where I'll find parking come Monday, so I'm a little nervous about that. Nevetheless,  I have been writing in my little blue Staples book, because for me, the Institute began on June 2nd when our group met for the first time. What a great first meeting!

Since then...after not meeting for the last year and a half, my old writer's group in NYC got together on June 13th. When I told the group that I intended to work on my unfinished children's book manuscripts at the Summer Institute, they encouraged me not to go down that path. Their insistence that I simply focus on writing about my own experiences--to capture what I'm living as I find myself setting down roots here in the South--inspired me to begin journaling again. Ever since the NYC writer's group meeting gave me permission to just focus on my life, the words have come pouring out like water running out of the kitchen faucet. 

This past week, I took a 3-day  Brain Gym course. Taking the class was a dream come true, as I have for a long time been  fascinated by body, mind and spirit connectivity. Which brings me to this point tonight. My intention is to use the right brain/left brain exercises I just learned, in conjunction with my writing. I believe this may turn out to be the most remarkable summer of my life. 

I'm feeling very connected to myself, right now and to my writing. I hope I can find parking on Monday!