It’s been a while since I’ve gotten away on a retreat to bang heads with my book—I mean, commune with nature and become one with my book. Well, one or the other. I’m in the Mothership on Cape Cod, but farther out than I usually go, this time near the National Seashore, and also First Encounter Beach, above. The campground literally borders the Cape Cod Rail Trail, so it’s a perfect spot for biking. (Biking defined as peddling some and letting the electric motor keep me moving, and up over the hills.) The connection with the book is coming slowly, but not not at all. Remember those slow watch movement wheels I mentioned a while back? Like that.
Sadly, with my breathing issues, I can no longer enjoy the smell of wood smoke from campfires, much less sit next to one. In fact, I have to retreat into the van when my nose starts noticing a new one. This is a grave loss.
I just noticed that when I sit in my man cave in the back of the Mothership, there’s a robot face staring at me from the cab up front. I think it’s friendly.
Harry Hippi
Doesn’t look anything like Jeeves. Maybe a new one for Bandicut and company.
Fran Giuffre
Jeff, Glad to hear you’re re-connecting with nature. Hopefully that robot won’t steer you away from the story you are writing and try to make it all about him/her/them. Good writing!