Being in such a spacious and picturesque environment gave me the quiet and psychic space to reflect, recharge, and allow ideas to find me—ideas that later rooted themselves in the work.
I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
We were told we would get more writing done than we anticipated. I didn’t believe it…and then there I was, two days before the end of my residency, with a full first draft of my book.
In the midst of seismic change, the time and space to think expansively is a true gift.