Good morning, Everyone.
It is a beautiful day in the Hilton Head neighborhood. If we were having coffee together, I would catch you up.
Matt and I traveled back from Florida to Hilton Head on Tuesday. We visited with my parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins for the Super Bowl weekend. We also got to see hometown friends who live in the area. The east coast of Florida is lovely in February. As you would expect, my clan is drawn to the sea, so the Intracoastal and ocean views from the condos ground our souls. We did get to go fishing. Somehow I lost a pole to the briny deep. I am still baffled by it since the fish we were catching were too small to keep.
My parents and their contemporaries move slower and cautiously. Their conversations have turned to walker accessories discussions and the value of afternoon naps. These are the same people who packed picnics for a beach day that could have sustained a brood for a week. They repaired boat engines while underway, competed with each other in creative diving off of roofs overlooking the canal and bulkheads (and encouraged us kids to follow their lead), and played pinochle all night. Crazy.
If we were having coffee together, I would tell you how happy I was to return to Hilton Head and have my two-year-old grandson burst through the door and jump in my arms, shouting, “Nonny! Nonny!” I was soon covered in snotty kisses. This snowbird experiment has been magical by being able to spend real time with my grandkids. I am not going to think about it ending in three weeks.
If we were having coffee together, I would complain a little about the editing process. I feel I need to sequester myself for a solid week to pay attention and analyze the flow of the story, my characters’ transformations, scene setting and plot authenticity, and sentence structure. I am lucky to get a two to three hour stint in at a time. Early mornings are best. Other writing projects need attention and time, like the Weekend Coffee Share, a newsletter (UH! I didn’t get January’s out), and then fitting in writerly readings and craft practice. My attention is constantly pulled in dozens of directions. Don’t get me started on national and world news and worry. The day quickly fills up with have-to-dos involving meal planning, laundry, keeping the little apartment tidy and clean, and want-to-dos like beach walks, picking up the kids in the afternoon, cooking for everyone, reading stories. Fatigue hits at sunset, which is funny to me since, in my not too distant past, night time was my time to write at a somewhat fluid pace.
That’s enough lamenting. I’ll get what needs to get done done. I always do.
Have a good weekend and week, Everyone. Make it great.
Antoinette Truglio Martin is the author of Hug Everyone You Know: A Year of Community, Courage, and Cancer. The memoir is a wimpy patient’s journey through her first year of breast cancer treatment.