Stories that waited for paper now wait for me.
With so much to say, I search for a worthy beginning. Thoughts that swirled and drifted through dreams, now hide just out of reach.
Inside this barn, I am filled with something greater. I am filled with possible.
Through the windowpane, I gaze into a towering matt of dark green leaves. Trees inspire and shade and watch over me, the same trees that watched him too.
My thoughts are safe inside this space. I am free to explore, free to wonder and wander. The air is full of potential.
A ray of sunshine splits the canopy and brightens my writing table.
Dust motes dance.
In the distance, a train rumbles, then and now.
He said there is nothing to writing. Just sit down at the typewriter and bleed.
And so I bleed.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Hemingway’s Barn won 2nd place in the 2013 White County Creative Writer’s competition for the category “Favorite Writing Place”.
For information on Hemingway’s Barn and the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum and Educational Center, click HERE.