ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hey, hey, I hope everyone is doing well. I’m great, other than I’m still super annoyed about the Razorback loss to Auburn yesterday. I’m typically not a sore loser. I promise, I’m not.
Let’s just not discuss it.
But seriously, that ridiculous call… ¯\_( ͡❛ ෴ ͡❛)_/¯
Good morning. It’s time for another Sunday Letter.
I’m writing from charming and quirky Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I’ve been here for several days, staying at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow, soaking up the peace and quiet while making yet more tweaks on my book and tackling a few other projects. If you are a writer or artist or musician, I can’t stress enough how important getting away from routine can be for your creativity.
Dirty laundry isn’t a thing at Dairy Hollow.Continue Reading
Five years ago if someone asked me where I’d be today, I don’t know what I would have said. But I wouldn’t have said writing in the woods. The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow might have been my answer if I played a game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe with multiple choice answers. In my mind, any place with “colony” attached to it was highly sketchy. A colony involved hippie living, pot growing, and Kum Ba Yah singing.
Or lepers.
Lepers lived in colonies, didn’t they?Continue Reading
