|along the coast|
|When I arrive in Edmonds, I'll take the Kingston ferry to the Olympic Peninsula.|
The train station and ferry terminal are a few metres apart. There are restaurants, shops and galleries on the main street. If you want to visit one of the best travel stores that I've seen, Rick Steves' Travel Store is within walking distance of the harbour.
|Port Townsend (old photo from Wikipedia Commons)|
I will travel from Kingston to Port Townsend by means of Greyhound bus which will drop me at a transfer point for local transit which I will take to my final destination. I will be attending YAWP at Fort Worden.
I have never attended a writing retreat before. YAWP is an alternative (Your Alternative Writing Program) to AWP (The Association of Writers and Writing Programs), a more prestigious event.
I will be revising a story that I wrote for a Children's Writing class five years ago.
The instructor, who owns a successful publishing company, told me that my story would not be marketable because of cultural appropriation. I had not heard of the term five years ago but it means that my story of Japanese-Canadian children in Steveston during World War Two can only be told by a Japanese-Canadian. I'm not sure how or if I can revise but it's a starting point for the week-end.
This week-end will be an adventure and getting there will be half the fun! Maybe I'll have a draft of something on Sunday when I return or maybe I'll do some really intense journal writing or maybe I'll spend a lot of time blogging.
These books are part of my personal library. I don't intend to read any other books this week-end as this is full immersion for me.
“There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over my encounter, and to extract its juice, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it.”
from Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton