God willing, and if I get my work done this week, I leave for the Island on Friday. It will be such a busy week that I will be packing today.
These escapes are not technically vacations, since I usually work twelve to fourteen hours a day. It’s all writing and walking. But this time reconnects the pieces for me so that I can keep going. It’s a renewal.
We’re having an odd fall here in Wisconsin. October 2nd and the trees are still green, and I am a bit disappointed that the full autumn glory will be missing on the Island–that golden light that suffuses and saturates. But we have to go now, before bow season, since I don’t want big dogs crashing through the underbrush with hunters about.
We will bring the essentials ( in no particular order): the computer; the brown paper bag plot map that hangs on my office wall; the particular black spiral notebooks I cannot live without; colored sharpies for plot lines; The World’s Best Thesaurus; several books of poetry; several pairs of glasses; food for the first few days so I don’t have to interrupt my solitude; coffee; wine; dog food; dog equipment; Essential Dog 1 (Pete); Essential Dog 2 (Moses).
We’ll also bring all the accoutrements for long all-weather walking.
I have a few friends on the Island, now, and toward the end of the week, I will hope to see them. But for the first half, it will just be the Island, me, the words, and the essential dogs.
We’re heading north of the tension line.