Is this heaven? No really…pinch me now!
I find myself thinking that a lot these days.
I’m in Tuscany for a 3-week writers’ residency at The Lemon Tree House. Nestled up in the Cetona foothills in the historic Camporsevoli property, I find myself spending my days reflecting, practicing yoga, writing, swimming laps in the very brisk pool with breathtaking views stretching into the distance. At night, we gather for incredible 3-course feasts cooked up from scratch by Erinn Beth Langille (also a very talented writer in her own right).
I’ve already been here a week and a half, and while my first week was spent more quietly with only a few other writers on the property and a day trip to Siena, now most of the other writers have arrived and the real festivities have begun—craft workshops with YA/crossover writer Ibi Kaslik, craft talks with other writers in residence, group dinners with breakout folk singalongs, mediation and yoga classes, and much more.
These pictures DO NOT do this place justice. Hell, I don’t want to leave. I know when I’m in the best spot. I know where my bread is buttered. I know that this is heaven in a way. Writerly heaven. I love being able to spend my days on my work (I’m working away on Book 3 of my Continuum Trilogy—you can preorder the first book here). I’ve got a toehold in the book. I’m making process. Brainstorming and daydreaming, then typing madly on my computer shaping the chapters that will build into an entire novel.
I’m honored to be surrounded by such talented folks—this writer just announced her Poets & Writers fellowship—and this one has a short story collection publishing next week. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
Alright, back to writing!