April 28th, 2012 by Ken Scholes
Four Days of Introvert Writer Paradise

Howdy folks and happy Saturday!

Every once in a while I get to go do very writerly things.  One of my favorite writerly things to do is…well…go away and write.

My stepbrother’s wife’s parents have a vacation house out on Willappa Bay that they’ve been kind enough to let me use from time to time.  Last Monday, after a full day with the girls, I loaded up and headed off to Bay Center.

I used to work in Wahkiakum and parts of Pacific County back in my days in community economic development.  It was probably one of my most favorite gigs.  So I stopped at Duffy’s Irish Pub, in Grays River, on my way through.  Amazingly enough, I bumped into a fellow I knew through that job  — glass artist Kyle Gribskov — which led to a great hour or so of catching up.  I had an amazing oyster and garlic pasta served up with Guinness, which of course they have on tap.

I arrived to Bay Center and got settled in.  Then, took a walk down to the beach.  It was quiet except for birds and wave and wind.  That night, I watched the first half of the remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still (which I still say is a fine, fine remake.)  Then, after ten hours of sleep, I woke up, brewed coffee, took a walk and sat down to write.

I took myself out for dinners and being a fan of oysters served me well.  Some of the best oysters in the world come from the Willappa Bay.  And again, did I mention the quiet?  I spoke at meal time — to order my food.  Otherwise, I listened.  Mostly to the locals.  Or the quiet.  Or my writing playlist.

Over the course of the week, I built fires when I got cold.  I slept in.  I walked in the mornings.  I wrote.  I ate.  I napped.  I watched The Day the Earth Stood Still and Get Him to the Greek.  I read the first fifty pages of Almuric.   It was a restorative, lovely time.

And I put 5,700 words away.  Half of what I hoped for but not bad.  I’m five chapters from finishing my fourth novel.

And now, as you read this, I’m probably on a panel at Ooligan Press’s Write to Publish event at Portland State University.  A nice week.

So what does your writerly paradise look like?

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4 comments to “Four Days of Introvert Writer Paradise”

  1. Dan
     · April 28th, 2012 at 7:47 am · Link

    I think the closest I got was a weekend away in something akin to a cabin in the woods. I was actually there for an event, but it was a very low key event that afforded lots of quiet time in which I wrote. I had someone with me, but she was very supportive of my writing, so she gave me all the time I wanted.

    Oh yeah, and someone else cooked.

    So, writing, good food, good company when I wanted it, and quiet walks in the woods.

  2. Elizabeth
     · April 28th, 2012 at 12:59 pm · Link

    That sounds like a great week! I grew up on a little farm on Puget Island in east Wahkiakum, and sometimes when I visit my folk, sitting out in the barn or a pasture gets the writing flowing. It’s quiet, it smells interesting, it’s one of the most beautiful places in the world. Maybe I write a few hundred words.

    But where I really get into the writing groove, where stories flow out effortlessly, that would be a busy coffee shop. The stories I’m proudest of have been written in Ritual in SF and the Division St. Stumptown in PDX. So that would have to be my writing paradise. Noisy, full of people, uncomfortable levels of caffeination… Not what I’d imagine as paradise, but it works.

  3. Cynthia
     · April 28th, 2012 at 6:05 pm · Link

    I live almost, but not directly, on a three lake system. Our lakes have a beach, with grills, tall cedars, a boat ramp and a dock. Wildlife is always dropping by, although, as yet, no gators. Nope, never been even nearly eaten! Today I took my latest edition of RWA mag down and highlighted an article then wrote a little in my writing journal…not to be confused with my everyday journal….little blips and scenes that popped into mind. That gets my engine revving. Plus the cacawing of the ravens. The leaping into air by daredevil fish. The smell of charcoal. The laughter of people enjoying the day.

  4. A. McKay
     · April 29th, 2012 at 8:53 am · Link

    My dream writing place I would have to say is a tent. I right now wouldn’t say I will jump in a tent in the middle of nowhere for two reasons. One is that a hole firmed in an area that I need to fix up. Two, work feels like a 8 day week.

    Right now my idea writing spot is the security office or home office. Speaking of writing, I got some time before people show up.

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