And I am not sure how I feel about it. There is a lake by my house that I walk around daily. This journey around the lake started as an idea for a book but quickly became my creative spot.
Sometimes I go here alone, and sometimes I take my husband or a friend, and we chit chat and process the events of our day. Mostly though, I go alone and jam out to my Blue October Pandora station and get in touch with the emotions necessary to write about my traumatic childhood.
It’s my writer’s process. Then coronavirus and social distancing became words we used every day. Yet, I wasn’t overly concerned with my walk, as I rarely see many people there, anyway.Read more on everydaypower.com