The benefits of solitude

My two weeks at Hambidge were nothing short of all the hopes I’d stacked up in anticipation. Everything balanced in favor of creation, from the quiet contemplation – cold, sunlit hours when even the birds thought it best to mummer outside the window – to sharing a dinner table with talented artists. Re-entry back into this busy swirl of electrons, elections, and elated children has taken some calibration, but now I feel I have the momentum to carry on. Not only was it a great way to get the first 15,000 words of a new novel written, but the auxiliary growth alone would have been enough. Here’s to carving out time for quiet. hambidge1