Spring, I think and hope, has finally come to our mountain-side home in central New Hampshire. While we still have sand-covered snowbanks at the end of the driveaway and the lake is still frozen, the temperatures have risen above the bone-chilling teens, 20’s and 30’s which drop even further when the wind blows. And, here at the top of our road, the wind does blow. Now, I can finally tie on my sneakers, strap on my new Samsung Gear fancy watch (Christmas present), and head out for mind-clearing walk. Well, maybe not a walk, more like a climb. Today’s trek for a 1.5 mile walk logged 28 flights of stairs according to my watch. There is no road out of my driveway which doesn’t go down, which means I also have to go up to get home.
In the past week, I’ve learned how helpful these solitary walks are in helping me dive inside my story, find it and summon ideas inside my brain to work out plot lines and character conflicts. Staring down at the sand collected at the edge of the road, rather than looking up and seeing the hill ahead, I let my mind wander to see settings. In the quiet, I hear dialogue. With fresh air filling my lungs, I feel life.
I’m hoping I can work out a few more uncharted plot directions soon. I’ve only got four more weeks until it’s black fly season.
Newfound Lake, Bristol NH