A solid week’s worth of staycation behind me, a full twelve days of residency before me, and in between some down time while we let our sunburns heal.
It’s not so hard to abandon routines when you’re busy, and no fun dealing with heat advisories in the process, but I find myself slowly being able to accept this time for what it is; an easing transition.
Heading back to school as a graduate assistant for the coming residency I’m looking forward to a creative battery recharge. I know my point and purpose is to be there to help the incoming class and the faculty, that I’ll be schlepping and working, but I will be able to sit in on lectures and I know how many idea sparks come from hearing people talk craft. It’s impossible to surround yourself with creative people for nearly two weeks, three meals a day, and not walk away fired up. And right now I feel like I could use that gravitational force to hurl me back into my writerly orbit.
Limbo days, full of laundry and packing and last-minute details.