Taking Off the Ruby Slippers

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As I’ve no doubt made abundantly clear, I spent last week at the Writers’ League of Texas Summer Writing Retreat in Alpine, Texas.

The seat of Brewster County, Alpine, population 5905, lies at an altitude of 4485 feet.

My altitude, during the retreat, was about double that of Alpine’s.

I was enrolled in Karleen Koen‘s Writing the Novel: The Basics class. Karleen, author of four historical novels, is an inspiring teacher. I won’t attempt to replicate her class here—couldn’t anyway, if I tried, because I have neither her expertise, her experience, nor her personality, all of which are necessary for the full effect.

I don’t have any little bells, either. There must be bells.

I will simply say that Karleen kept us writing and loving it for five days straight. She reminded us that to make art, we must play. And play we did.

On the last day, however, she reminded us of something decidedly un-playful: On arriving home, she said, we would fall into depression. And we must quickly find our way back to writing.

That was not news to me.

Long ago, I learned that retreats are like Disneyland—great to visit, but impossible to homestead.

After every one, I come home, embrace my family, babble about the glories writing, and the next morning wake to discover that, in addition to rapturous fervor, I’ve brought back a suitcase filled with a week’s worth of dirty laundry. And awaiting me are grocery shopping and cooking and all the responsibilities I’d set aside while I was away being an artiste.

Just a glimpse of the Crockpot is enough to take the oomph right out of me.

Oh, Auntie Em, I want to say, there’s no place like Oz, and with three clicks of the ruby slippers, I’m back there in a flash.

So it goes, and so it has gone.

I spent yesterday on laundry detail, surfing to fill in gaps made by wash, rinse, spin, and dry.

Today I turned on Netflix and watched an old PBS Mystery: P. D. James’ The Black Tower. All six episodes. With sound and video badly out of sync. Then I started episode one of Devices and Desires.

But things are looking up. Last night I went to critique group.

In the morning, if all goes as planned, I’ll swim for a half hour, then head for a coffee-shop office and transfer words from brain to hard drive.

If things don’t go as planned, I’ll save the swimming for later.

Climbing out of post-retreat depression is a delicate activity. Too much vitality too early in the process could prove a shock to the system.

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Karleen Koen is the author of four historical novels. Her latest is Before Versailles.




9 thoughts on “Taking Off the Ruby Slippers

  1. Kathy, sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes I think that writing is like Peter when he walked on the water thousands of years ago: everything is ok until you look down. I loved your writing the other day, it will sell and the critics will love it. Have a great play…

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    1. I’m glad you liked the blog “reports.” The lodge where I stayed had Wi-Fi–a surprise–so, of course, I couldn’t resist broadcasting my every move.

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    1. It’s nice to get away from real life for a few days and focus on nothing but writing. Even the homework is fun. And I’ve never been a fan of homework.

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  2. How astute of her to warn you of the low after the high. You’re doing very well with the laundry. It usually takes me a week to open the suitcase (unless I need a pair of shoes). The heat and the altitude don’t appeal to me, but the rest of it does! Maybe next year, if I plan carefully.

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    1. She may have gotten the idea from my writer’s diary page of the night before. I would prefer to go from one retreat to another with a couple of hours at home for laundry.

      I was amazed: Alpine was cooler than Austin the entire week. And it rained twice. That made it a very very very good week.

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