Curses! I didn't get the wilderness writing residency. For those of you not in the know, it's a seven month stay in a cabin surrounded by wilderness on the Rogue River. No electricity. Radio telephone. Access by a 2 hour bad road. You caretook the place, wrote when you wanted, and got a stipend.
Darn it, I would have been perfect for this. Perfect! What were they thinking? I did get a nice note from John Daniel, saying that I had an "authentic voice." That was nice.
It would have been challenging, disappearing for over half the year, leaving my job and people I love. But the merging of two things I love--writing and wilderness--was too much of a draw.
When something like this happens, it takes a bit of time to bounce back. You think: I'm not a good enough writer. I'd better just give it up and write Harlequin romances. If those would even be good enough. Life is awful. I'm going to the back yard to eat worms!
But. I will bounce back. There are other dreams out there and I'll dream up another one.
The title is from a song written by Chase, who play his guitar around the valley. It's about giving up on a dream because other people tell you to. His CD isn't available to buy. Yet.