I tried for many years to live the writing life but I was unstable. I couldn’t focus. I was suffering blindly—not utilizing my suffering for the craft. I wanted make a mark. I had to educate and dedicate myself. I had to want it so badly that I would fight fiercely to best myself, to overcome my own feeble wit and find a true voice.
I feel that this retreat marks a turning point for me as a woman and a writer. I could be on the verge. I am not writing with an affect. I am not pressuring myself to produce some great piece of art. I am writing to recover, discover and grow. I am writing to understand something of my experience. I am carving my own path. I am on the Great Path, knowingly.
Retreat Writings–July 2011