Old Pelican and I feeling grateful.
The interior work of a writer is private by nature, yet inside of the solitude of creating story, there is a communal, almost universal sense of being that merges with craft. It’s an opening that allows time, and place to be driven, known, used by character, and the story is born.
The sharing of that experience in the companionship of
fellow authors at the Anderson Center was a bit of a metaphor for the writing
process, itself. Together, John, Lauren,
David, Stephanie, Mark, Christy, Edie, Carmen, Diane and myself found a private-communal
writing home for five days. Our retreat
was the external expression of who we are as a group and how we have evolved
through the years shared. We have become
colleagues, friends, a support system, and a word and heart family.
One potatoes' success is a gift to all of us.
Since that time spent together, my work has taken root,
bloomed, words becoming story and finding its way through me. The gratefulness I feel to my potato family is
deep and heartfelt.
-Potato Number Nine.
