Write a post about the first thought you had this morning.
I’m in San Miguel de Allende for a writers’ conference. For the past few weeks it has been rush rush with a number of deadlines and obligations, then a day to pack and attend to a number of duties before I left and then a six and a half hour drive, alone, using a route I was not too sure of. Luckily, I only got lost once and enroute was able to listen to the entire book, Revolution from Within by Gloria Steinem, one of the conference presenters.
So, when I woke up this morning, my first thought was to glance at the alarm clock, set for 7 a.m. The room was still dark, thanks to the opaque shades, but the 6:44 glowed out in brilliant red large numbers from my bedside. No chance to write to the prompt today and not even any time to post at all. I turned off the alarm, showered, discovered I’d forgotten to pack my toothbrush, climbed the two flights of stairs to the cold dining room and ordered oatmeal and papaya, then drove across town to the conference site.
Since then it has been rush rush rush all day, carrying a too-heavy computer (I’ll leave it home tomorrow) and a big box of books for the book tent that I couldn’t find time to take in…Finally, I’m rid of them and any obligation for the next half hour or so, so I’m lying on a blanket on the grass behind the hotel, actually writing electronically for the first time today. Too far away from the first thoughts of the day to remember what they were. Too tired to try to fabricate them.
Alice Walker will be speaking in half an hour. A few hours ago, Tracy Chevalier, the author of “The Girl With the Pearl Earring,” gave a wonderful talk on historical fiction. Hard to go away from these conferences with any faith in your own writing at all after hearing the words of such iconic writers. So I turn back to the comfort of my blog, and you who read me, feeling snug in this safe world. Thanks for being a part of it.
Pictures to follow later….