It’s been many months since I last posted on this blog. A hiatus for many reasons: failed retirement (went back to work); entranced by music (piano practice); didn’t make the time; etc. Now, I have retired again. After 4 years of part-time, then half-time, then full-time work with my favorite Juneau non-profit (REACH), I have done what I could in the work world. It’s time to enter my final years head on.
Last week we left Juneau around noon, Tuesday, on the ferry Kennecott and after stops in Yakutat, Whittier, and little Chenega Bay, arrived in Kodiak soon after dawn. We are here for 10 days while I contemplate my navel, detach from REACH, and figure out what’s next. As if on cue, an old passion has resurfaced. To the piano practice, birdwatching, hiking, reading, and cooking magnets on my mental door, a new one has appeared. Writing stories.
I remember November, 2007. We began the month in Morro Bay, California, and finished it in Austen, Texas. During that time, sitting at my computer in sweet Clemmie, I accepted and completed the NaNoWriMo challenge. Wrote a 50,000 + novel in 24 days. Yes I did. Then I put it away, unread, unreviewed, unedited. For almost 6 years. Ten days ago I powered up the laptop, moved the cursor ’til I found the file, clicked off the electronic dust, and printed it out. 106 pages, by golly. Gingerly, began to read it – could barely recall the plot, certainly not one thing about how it ended. Surrprised to find it held my interest. This is reasonably well written, I thought. Got half way through it before we got on the ferry, and left the remainder to be finished when we get home next week.
I’m going to do more writing. Not sure how, or where. Stay tuned.