Another week has blown by. I know this by the fact that this is the day my hubby and I do our weekly trip to the big city to haunt the book stores, try to find a movie that looks appealing, starts at the right time of day, and generally get our civilized bearings once again. Only I don’t feel so civilized even after our weekly trip to town. The thing is I’m struggling here.
I thought I’d enjoy this mountain retreat being holed up in this cabin at the bottom of a West Virginia holler where you need a 4-wheel drive to get in or out. And some days I do. I love the silence, the fact that the phone never rings, there’s no tv and the radio is iffy. It’s me and my faithful computer. Thank god for internet. I sit here in my mountain of books and notes and cups of tea. A writer’s dream life, right?