Re-entry

in my front yard

I'm back home from my third MFA residency and feeling much like the above photo: even my top speed is slow right now. I realize that I missed posting an In The Word Cellar writing column while I was gone. I'm sorry about that.   Edited: Another look at the calendar shows that I didn't miss an In The Word Cellar column. I'm relieved about that, but now I'm a little concerned about my ability to count the weeks in a month. Look for one in the coming week.

The world of the ten-day writing residency is an alternate universe with a jam-packed schedule from breakfast until well after dinner. It's a wonderful whirlwind of lectures, readings, and workshops that leaves me simultaneously filled-to-the-brim and depleted. I'm working on re-entering my regular daily life by doing laundry, cleaning out my email inbox, foraging for food, and uploading old photos to Flickr. I may try to read this evening or just watch a good black-and-white film with a pizza and some popcorn. See you next week! (Feel free to leave me some sugar in the comments. I've missed you!)

Comments

[Julie]

Glad that you are home, safe and sound ... that turtle/tortoise (what is the difference?) looks gigantic! I love how they represent taking taking it slow, self-protection and adaptability. We should all be so gentle with ourselves. xo

[meg brothers]

welcome home, friend! here's to a gentle re-entry and a good brewing of all that you took in while you were away.

[Katie @ cakes, tea and dreams]

We missed you too! Welcome back - I hope you'll share some of the treasures you found at your residency. Be kind to yourself as you re-enter - pizza and a movie sounds just about right. (And some chocolate.)