The cabin I slept in was set along the Damariscotta River, an ocean-fed river. The spot was perfect. It had all the tranquility of a lake, yet still with the salty scent of the sea. Friday night I arrived, met all the ladies from The 5 Randoms and then walked in the rainy forest back to the "Quiet" Cabin by the light of a few flashlights. After a brief tutorial on how to use the 1800's cookstove without burning down the cabin Robin's husband had built, we fell asleep to the sound of the rain on the roof and the crackling kitchen stove.
Saturday I spent the bulk of the day in this little light-filled room with three walls of wavy glass windows, sea shells lining the windowpanes, bookshelves, and two white wicker chairs. A perfect writing room, and I got a lot accomplished. We gathered for meals in the "Loud" Cabin, and sat around a massive wood table talking about our books, our projects, politics, agents, publishers...pretty much everything.
I left Sunday reenergized and reminded that at the core, writers are all the same. We're all trying to tell the best story we can. And a peaceful retreat in Maine will help a lot!
Currently reading: Black Tuesday, by Susan Colebank


