This entire week has been kind of strange. Although I’ve gotten a lot done, I’ve also had a lot to worry about and I haven’t been feeling very good myself. I’m very ready for it to be the weekend.
However, this afternoon, I stopped by my friend’s house to drop off a copy of the new manuscript (she has graciously volunteered to be one of my beta readers). To my surprise, I saw several cars lined up outside her house, but they’re doing a bunch of construction around her neighborhood, so I didn’t think anything of it.
I know on the door, however, and she answers it to reveal a bunch of friends that I used to work with at my summer camp up at Texoma! I was so thrilled! I hadn’t seen several of them in so long! I got to stay and visit with them for about an hour, and even though I hadn’t seen several of them since last summer, it was like no time had passed at all.
Over the years, Camp All Saints has become like a second home to me. I began working there as a counselor in 2009, but I’d actually been there once before, in 2002, back when it was a Lutheran retreat. No offense to the Lutherans, but I did not enjoy it at all back then. We had to eat at an outdoor pavilion filled with wasps and the water in the fountains was yellow and disgusting.
Today, the camp is absolutely beautiful. I didn’t even know our church’s diocese took it over until I received a flier in the mail about it. I applied for a job there on a total whim and ended up working there for three summers. I’m going to go back in May also for a labor of love weekend. I honestly can’t wait.
I grew up in the suburbs, about a thirty minute drive from Downtown Dallas, so big cities have never been much of a thrill for me. To be honest, I really don’t enjoy them all that much. I’d much rather spend my time in a small southern town, outside, in the fresh air, on the lake, running barefoot through sprinklers.
Before camp starts each year, the small town of Locust throws a local fish fry. It’s probably one of the most small town things you could ever hope to do.
I also love hiking. I need to find more friends who will hike with me. Most of my friends are married and boring.
Just kidding, I love you guys.
Even if you are married and boring.
The Texoma skies are incredible.
And the wildlife is abundant.
And then of course, there’s the camp itself.
It was good luck to kiss the fish you caught, okay?
Finally, this is a picture of me and Kit Kat, my beta reader, at the fish fry. Kat is seriously the sweetest person I’ve ever met and this June, she will be leaving for the Peace Corps for two years! I don’t know what I’m going to do without her! I guess I’ll just keep writing.
I’m so grateful to have found a place like All Saints that will always feel like home to me no matter what, and to have made the friends that I did there. Seeing them this afternoon was exactly what the doctor ordered!
In writing news, I started on the new book last night. I swear, the hardest part of any book is the very first sentence. Do any other authors feel that way or is that just me?
Feel free to sound off in the comment section! Good night, all!