We finally got Caroline to the beach. Walking out to the water brought back a flood of memories including the feeling of the sharp shells beneath my feet and in the water which was rather cold. I remember going to these New England beaches and how amazed I was at how soft the sand was down in Florida. I had forgotten that until now. Caroline had a blast swimming in the ocean. Peter and I kept her safe but let her plunge in and out of the water like a seal. She then built sand mounds until it was time to come back to have lunch.<\/p>\n
I have met lots of interesting people here. The faculty is rather diverse in many ways. What kinds of things that they write. What forms of publishing they have been involved in. Small press to large is all represented here. The participants are the same. We have housewives, CEO of companies, grad students, ex-Marines and Navy Seals among many other types of people. The connecting passion is writing and the written word.<\/p>\n
Last night Peter gave a talk on first amendment issues and before him Charles Coe, the poet, talked about why writing matters. It was fascinating hear both men talk with the passion of a writer about writing and the responsibilities of writers to their readers. Also Charles has one heck of a singing voice. Peter and I spent a good part of the rest of the evening with a group of writers talking about whatever topic came to mind. It was fun and stimulating.<\/p>\n
I am still very happy with the quiet and the opportunities that are being given to me. I have the clay done on 2 1\/2 of the elemental pixies which are turning out a bit different than I imagined originally but I find them very cool. Now I want to finish the other 1 1\/2 today and move onto the Fairy Grandmothers tomorrow. It has been a very productive week so far.<\/p>\n
I am grateful for the people I have met up here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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