Twice a year I go up to the tip of Door County, WI to a folk school called The Clearing for writing class. My kids always said that it was Mom's camp. They even told people they were checking it out to see if it was okay for me to be there when I took them to see it. Today I go for the first time in 2008 for Poetry Camp. I have my laptop and printer, my thesaurus, dictionary and synonym books, my notebooks and pencils. I also have this:
and this:
just in case the words don't come. I hope the words are waiting for me up there and that I come home with a handful of poems (even one I'm really happy with will be great) and a bunch of balls of yarn instead of blank paper, six pairs of slippers, and a sweater back. I really do.
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