Bush wonderland; learning about hanging swamps and then identifying one; a carload of writers at night going to Katoomba Falls and the Three Sisters under huge lights- do we approve? Not really, but we stay and look and find plenty to talk about. (Photo by OvinceZ)
In this place, every action of every volunteer and worker is designed to enhance the activity of writing. It worked for me. I slowed, settled, sank down to a deeper layer, a slower work, a more profound level of engagement with my m/s, with my wordplay.
For me, there were three large gems on top of all the everyday perfection.
1. On Day 10, mid-afternoon, I wrote a piece which, for a year, I had assumed I would have to waffle over. Too hard to explain, too searing to describe … and suddenly it was there and the words came and they’re good. I punched the air, I whooped (quietly) and did a dance around my desk.
2. Day 11 – my ‘conversation’ with Helen Barnes-Bulley gave me exactly what I wanted from such an encounter.
3. Day 12, doing yoga, early morning, the title came! For 20 months, I have believed it would come – one word only and I would know it was right – and there it was, falling into the space between my eyes as I lay on my mat. I saw it and did not blink.