A Writing Place

I started writing a book several years ago, back when I didn’t even know I was writing a book. I wrote for release of feelings, for release of creativity, and for therapy. At that time there was only one place I felt inspired to write. It was in a place called Holman. Family property that held memories in the fields, the hills, the trees, and the wind. Nearly every time we spent time there, I felt a tug to write. That tug turned into almost an ache within me to write. I would find a place under the tree my dad called my tree, or inside our camper if it was windy or raining. I opened my laptop, and my fingers would fly. At times I would stop and be amazed at what was on the screen. I wondered where the words came from, but I loved how it happened.

Over time I realized if I didn’t write in other places, I might not ever finish the book. I wondered if I could and was pleased when I was able to continue writing. I did notice it was important to be in a quiet place with little interruption. I found myself scheduling my writing time. It worked and I was able to complete the book within a few months which surprised me and taught me to believe in my skills and not depend only on my surroundings.