Here I sit, at the computer in my cozy office, cozily clad in corduroy, feeling all warm and cozy. While I attempt to attend to my writing, my purring cat demands pets. Glancing through the window at a robin shivering on a leafing-out branch of our Ash tree in the shockingly cold, wet, snowy yard, I can’t believe it’s MAY. This is the perfect chance to reflect on the past year, a year spent writing, traveling, visiting, updating, and generally being busy. Busy waiting, too. As I wrote articles during my travels and worked on a new Cozy Mystery, I was anxiously waiting for an unbelievably busy, helpful editor to let me know what she thought of my first mystery novel. The waiting part was not cozy at all.
But–the travels were fun. In July, 2012, we visited Wisconsin:
Our RV trip to Colorado in August provided time to write and to hike, two of my favorite activities. Besides, the weather in the Colorado Rockies tended to stay cozily cool, between 60 and 80 degrees Fahrenheit, much nicer than the 100+ degrees back home during the same time period.
The deer who came to dinner fortunately wasn’t interested in eating my notes, which were sitting on the picnic table. The little guy ate a piece of bread out of my hand, though. The drought probably made it so dry the deer had already eaten all the tasty wildflowers surrounding the campground; although some were still growing high on the mountain trails.
Our once-in-a-lifetime Peru trip to hike Macchu Pichu came in September into October. What a great experience. I didn’t write much of my novel on that trip, but I collected notes of memories for a future story.
In January we were in Arizona, Tucson to visit family, Phoenix to visit friends.
In February, our RV trip to visit New Orleans for our first Mardi Gras experience and then on to Florida to escape the cold north winds wound up being a reminder of the fact it is winter in Louisiana and Florida in February, also. However, we celebrated having some warmish/coolish/rainyish days in the south when we learned of the two feet of snow back home. “Let it snow,…” we said–until on the return home we weren’t able to get into our driveway without first slogging through the snow to the garage for a shovel.
I actually wrote a lot during this trip, between the visits to Mardi Gras and the visits with friends and to the beaches. Our RV park was quiet and writer-friendly.
Next, in April, our trip to Portland, Oregon and to the Seafood and Wine Festival in Astoria, Oregon will always remain at the top of my most memorable journeys. Before this trip, I had already heard from editor Sunny Frazier that the book I submitted last summer needs a rewrite. My thoughts on the matter simmered away during this trip. Having lived through the long wait, now the work seems to be just beginning. Kicking thoughts around during long plane rides and road trips has been beneficial, I think. The cozy mystery of how to be a novel writer still remains but is hopefully heading toward a resolution.
Some highlights of the Oregon trip:
Now the waiting to hear about my book is over, I’m back to being busy, busy learning and rewriting while I pet my insistent felines, update my house, visit family and friends, and enjoy the unreliable weather of the spring, summer, fall, and winter ahead. Happily, the treasure of being able to escape into the puzzle-solving excitement of writing in most any situation leaves me in a cozy situation. Now that I have some unexpected and much appreciated help and encouragement from Sunny Frazier, who has to be the greatest editor ever, my renewed determination and spirit are bound to set my creative juices flowing and my fingers dancing across the pages.