When I am writing my novel back in Boston, I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and remember the feelings I had twenty years ago when I was here in Bali.\u00a0 The sights, the smells, the sounds, the textures, the immense peace I felt back then – it all comes back to me as if it were yesterday.\u00a0 It helps me to write with a real sense of presence, as if I were really there.<\/p>\n
Imagine the overwhelming sensations I’m feeling now.\u00a0 I’m actually here.\u00a0 It’s not just a memory.\u00a0 I’m on a porch, just like twenty years ago, overlooking sublime rice fields and tropical views.\u00a0 I’m hearing the birds and the whistles of the workers in the rice fields.\u00a0 I’m watching a family of ducks balancing their way along the edge of the rice paddies.\u00a0 I see more shades of green than Crayola could ever conjure up.<\/p>\n
The porch.\u00a0 It was the center stage of life when I stayed at Happy II in 1992.\u00a0 We ate there, we hung out, we read and wrote, we played guitar and drank iced tea.\u00a0 Our porch here, I have to say, is even more magnificent.\u00a0 So many memories come flooding back to me while I’m sitting here on our magnificent porch.<\/p>\n
There is so much I want to write about but there are only so many hours in a day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I am writing my novel back in Boston, I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and remember the feelings I had twenty years ago when I was here in Bali.\u00a0 The sights, the smells, the sounds, the textures, the immense … Continue reading