"Life is great!" I remind myself as I stare at my computer screen.  I can hear my kids in the background watching tv and playing on the computer; their new found babysitters as I publish the book I’ve given all my creativity, sweat and brain matter to.

 

I peek out the window to see the sun shinning and the green leaves on long branches as they reach inside to beckon me outside with their long skinny frames.  I ignore them and turn back to my screen, scrolling through potential book covers and pretending I know what I am doing.

 

The sun setting in Hawaii reminds me of when I could pack up my life into two big suitcases and board a plane headed for wherever I wanted.  Colorado, California, Hawaii, Idaho: all clay in my hands as I traveled into their bellies to discover their beauty.

 

Now, life and little ones keep me confined to tiny spaces in small places.  Visions of Brazil, India and Africa dance over my head, sticking their tongues out at me: teasing me with their exotic natures and silly dances.

 

I focus my mind back to my screen and let my main character, Tristen, explore around the world and back in time to fulfill my longing to travel and see the world that is right in front of me in my pages.

 

"Life is great!" I remind myself as I stare at my computer screen.  I can hear my kids in the background watching tv and playing on the computer; their new found babysitters as I publish the book I’ve given all my creativity, sweat and brain matter to.

 

I peek out the window to see the sun shinning and the green leaves on long branches as they reach inside to beckon me outside with their long skinny frames.  I ignore them and turn back to my screen, scrolling through potential book covers and pretending I know what I am doing.

 

Photos of Hawaii remind me when I could pack up my life into two big suitcases and board a plane headed for wherever I wanted.  Colorado, California, Hawaii, Idaho: all clay in my hands as I traveled into their bellies to discover their beauty.

 

Now, life and little ones keep me confined to tiny spaces in small places.  Visions of Brazil, India and Africa dance over my head, sticking their tongues out at me: teasing me with their exotic natures and silly dances.

 

I focus my mind back to my screen and let my main character, Tristen, explore around the world

 and back in time to fulfill my longing to travel and see the world that is right

in front of me in my pages.

WHY I WRITE

arc

2014 Fleur Camacho