It is a mere 2 days until I am sequestered on Salt Spring like a lunatic nun, with my computer screen goddess to whom I shall kneel in worship. Oh bless me from on high or down low, with novel words to create my genius tome! It will surely be pleasing and publishable at some point in the nearer rather than further future! I am calling upon all of my musettes, the living and the not-so-much living in the conventional sense of the word; ready, aim, FIRE across the synaptic sky !
With the goodness of creative eruption looming, I am trapped in enormous elation and in a loop of jittery jigs. It is an exciting and onerous task…could potentially be ominous too, depending on what lies in wait for me in the netherworld of my mind and the backwoods of Salt Spring. I had momentary doubts about whether all of the transit and trekking across the water ways was necessary, but hearing the 2 year old scream his lungs out above my head, I am pretty confident that I have made a timely decision.
Quiet stillness calls.
In preparation for writeus uninterruptus, I have been carefully crafting the simplest menus possible while not skimping too much on the necessary fruit and veg. I have to bring my own food, as I won’t have access to town, and wouldn’t want the disruption anyway. Low maintenance, easy prep, filling; my foodie mantra for those 5 days. I have factored in a couple of little treats to perk me up when I wish to weep, bang my head upon the keyboard until QWERTY is implanted in my forehead or any other such melodramatic behavior that may come upon me in the solitude. It is crucial that I fuel myself properly for the results that I seek. There will be no red bulls coursing passionately through my veins in the form of energy beverages; no meals of ice cream, Oreos and Pringles slurped back with a hearty dose of pop of the family soda.
These many hours of finger tapping good times will be brought to me in clarity of body freeing up my mind to be purely mad of its own natural volition.