I am not living in a beautiful woodsy cabin where I can commune with nature. Gentle sea breezes do not waft through my gloriously appointed palm hut with beach access. There are no chef-prepared gourmet meals delivered at predictable hours with linen napkins. Celebratory cocktails served at the end of a productive studio day have not materialized.
My acceptance arrived without a lengthy application process, project proposals, resumes or references required. The cosmos shook up the usual environment and provided the world with time to reflect, research, and produce creative works. My writing desk has morphed, transformed into command central for my everyday activities.
My laptop is the window that reveals museum treasures during online tours. I congregate with other writers in virtual rooms for writing sprints, critiques, and camaraderie. E-courses help me study my craft, learn novel approaches and techniques, and plant seeds for fresh stories. Cook-along videos encourage me to attempt to prepare meals I would never have considered during normal circumstances. Who needs a chef? My bartender is adept with the plastic screw top on the wine box, and a red solo cup is a worthy substitute for crystal stemware.
The residency is having its desired effect. Creativity is brewing, ideas bubble below the surface, and my fingers are eager to type.
How is your residency going?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer