Writing in Community on Retreat

Yesterday I realized I was writing about writing and not getting down to the work  I had intended to do on the unfinished nonfiction manuscript, although I could feel momentum building. I also felt fear.  Finally I opened the large folder, opened the file in my computer, not knowing where to begin. I read for a while and formed  questions which I wrote in my notebook. The manuscript began 5 years ago. I worked diligently for two years and then it sat in a bin for nearly three years. I live in a resort town at the beach. There  are many distractions, especially this holiday weekend. But I was determined not to allow distracted. The time had come. Fear or no fear. I emailed my first reader, a gifted, accomplished writer, hoping she would respond. She has the experience of completing a book, having it published. Meanwhile, I also emailed my daughter, my biggest fan and noble friend.  By the time she called me, she confirmed my own inclination to work on a small section. And so yesterday I worked on section 12 with good results. Immediately, I witnessed the difference in my writing. Clearer, perhaps more confident. I ended the day knowing I had begun.

And this morning my friend returned my email with a brillant suggestion. So generous, even loving. Once again, call and response. And another remider that while we work alone we are surrounded by  community. I feel the collective, radiant energy of encouragement.