During the camping trip to the Everglades, in the middle of one night, while smashing mosquitoes against the ceiling of my van, I thought about my writing life and figured out a couple of things. I decided to continue with the memoir, that there was something to work with there. And also that I would balance all the "delving into" of the memoir by doing more with my essays about the natural world of Florida.
I'd almost forgotten these during the dark of night illuminations when the postcard pictured above arrived in my mailbox - a travel and memoir writing workshop put on by the Anhinga Writers' Studio not three miles from my house. I signed up immediately. Does anyone want to join me?