I’m writing a book that is a collection of short stories that are all centered around a small town on the Oregon coast. I know this town because I used to live there, many, many years ago.
So I went back last week to reaquaint myself with the area. It had changed. But everything changes. Although I have to say Garibaldi, Oregon hadn’t changed much. It’s still a small fishing village and Coast Guard base situated in Tillamook Bay. And it’s interesting that Tillamook on one side and Rockaway Beach on the other side are both tourist towns, Garibaldi is not.
And that’s what draws me to it.
I got a lot of great pictures of the small town with a population of approximately 700, and talked to some warm and friendly inhabitants of the community. Garibaldi holds a lot of secrets, some of which will soon spill onto the pages of my book!
I love the 4th of July, the barbeques, the hot summer days, the brilliant fireworks at night. I’m easily lost in time at moments like this, remembering when I was a child, sitting on a quilt in the Caldwell city park with my grandparents, aunts and uncles. It was magic as we sat there eating watermelon and oohing and ahhing over the outburst of splendor in the night sky.
I love the memories of my childhood that make me smile, and fill my heart with warmth. I miss my parents, and my grandparents. But in the brilliance of a 4th of July fireworks, I always feel them sitting near me, just out of sight.
Freedom comes from many things, wars fought, battles won, and the choice to rise above what seemed to hold us back. Be free today, and every day. Enjoy the life God has given you.
This day means many things to many people. A time to remember those that gave their lives for this country’s freedom, a time to remember those family and friends that are no longer with us, or just enjoying a three-day weekend! So many people have touched my life, and I am a better person today because of their past influence. I miss them. I think of them often.
I invite you to add your comment here about one person who has touched your life. Who were they? What did they do for you? I would love to share in your memory. We do not mourn their loss today, but rather celebrate their life. Remember them with the joy and passion that that loved you with.
I remember my great grandma Briscoe, and smile at my early childhood memories of playing in her yard in the bright summer days, tickled at watching the magical dragonflies dart in and out of her tall and colorful hollyhocks.
As a board member of the Idaho Writers Guild, I get the privilege of working on one of Boise’s premiere writing events each year, the Idaho Writers & Readers Rendezvous. This year it was held at the Boise Centre May 2-4, 2013. If you didn’t attend, you missed out. But if you did attend, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
The thing I enjoy the most about conferences and writing workshops, is the heightened sense of enthusiasm that fills the air and increases in intensity as it travels from person to person, and room to room. I have attended so many writing conferences over the years, I begin to think “There’s nothing else new to learn, what can I hear that I haven’t heard before?” And yet, every year, I am astounded at the new revelations and ideas that I receive. This year was no exception. In fact this year, was more amazing than I thought possible! Connections that I made sent my writing career around the next corner on the path to success. And I learned that it’s not about forcing what you want, but letting go of what you don’t want, and that opens the door for your destiny to unfold!
I also had the joy of meeting and hearing some amazing speakers, like David James Duncan, who was so incredible I went right out and bought two of his books for him to autograph. I can’t wait to read them! I also heard Ron Carlson, a very entertaining speaker and teacher that enriches the lives of so many writers.
If you can mark your calendars now, I hope you do for next year’s Rendezvous, here in Boise on May 1-3, 2014. Trust me, you won’t want to miss it!
It’s a question that is always asked of writers. It’s not like we go to the grocery store and stroll down the aisle with the baking, spices, and ideas. There’s no shelf with neatly packaged inspiration just below the pancake syrup.
Some say it’s the collective conciousness. Perhaps. To me it seems the more I write, the more ideas come into my head. Where do they come from? Something we saw or heard? Where did George Lucas see or hear a wookie? The imagination is grander than we can measure.
Ideas come when we are open to them. Open your heart and mind, and just let them in.