I've spent an unprecedented amount of time at my lake house.
In fact, on this inaugural blog day, I'm here. This is place where I feel most creative....It's where stories often find me--or vice versa. Characters vist me. Inspiration strikes me, usually quite gently. I've sometimes wondered how many words, not to mention chapters, I've written while sitting on the screen porch, with its view of water and mountains. Or lounging with laptop or pad and pen on the sofa, which faces the fireplace, watching the flames dance.
The drive to get here takes about 45 minutes. Today on my way up (yes, up--it's due north from my other house on a significantly smaller lake) I was playing the Two Rooms cd, on which a variety of musicians cover the songs of Elton John and Bernie Taupin. The title comes from their early working history: Bernie would hole up in one room, writing a set of lyrics, and deliver them to Elton (Reg, that was) who composed the music in another room. It occurred to me that I nearly always write my books in two houses. And, in fact, in two different rooms in each house!
As soon as I arrived, I refreshed the hummingbird feeder and was soon rewarded with the sight of a tiny, grateful bird. And I re-wound the antique clock on the mantel so I'll know what time it is...not that it really matters this week!
This morning I didn't take a shower, on purpose, because I wanted to bathe in the lake--an old-time tradition. Wearing the the bathing suit that has served me so well for the past 10 years, I headed for the dock with bar of soap in hand (a non-polluting 99 & 44/100ths per cent pure variety) and towel over my shoulder. I found that water a balmy 78 degrees, "lukewarm" by my definition. Not being a native of this harsh northen clime, I'm hyper-sensitive to the water temperature! (We keep a floating thermometer in the water.) I emerged clean and refreshed.
As the afternoon wears on it's becoming breezy, so quite a bit chop on the lake.