Last Day of Camp

Today was the last day of summer camp -aka the close of this year's Cape Cod Writer's Conference. We all said goodbye to our friends, both new and old, exchanged email addresses, formed writer's groups, gathered up our notebooks, along with all our new learning, and headed out to our cars. As I walked down the road I felt my bag was light, but my brain was heavier than when I arrived five days ago. Such a tremendous amount of new information, concepts and feelings compelled me to hurry home and try to file it all somehow. Approaching the bottom of the hill where I had parked my car, the rough draft of my manuscript felt like a secret treasure in my bag. Next comes the daunting task of bringing it to fruition.

Driving down the beach road, the song "The Climb" comes on. How appropriate. I tend to disagree that it's all about "the climb". To me, what's on the other side of the mountain very much matters. I do want the reward of seeing a finished book within the next year, despite how many more mountains will always follow. I think seeing what's on the other side is what drives us to attempt the next mountain.

Going to the grocery store switched my gears toward the weekend. My husband is bringing my dad out for a visit. I thought, silly song – and promptly decided to leave all my new learning in my bag and take the weekend off. Off from thinking and reworking concepts and ideas. It's been a long, but very good week. Now I just want to enjoy summer for a few days. Gears soundly shifted, I bought my two chickens (cheap chicken Friday at the local Stop N Shop is another story) and some nice wine and headed home to await their arrival.

Join me. Put whatever your week held, aside, and enjoy the last bit of summer.

And so, as another summer camp goes by, I think I feel the barest hint of fall in the air despite the stifling humidity, and …I have written.

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