Thanks, thanks, thanks to the Liguria Foundation for the Arts and Literature where I’ve been coddled for the past five weeks–no duties except to dress for dinner and work on the last chapter of my novel. The stay here is coming to an end. Clearly it is important to devote the right kind of time and space to support any project I want to accomplish. Time and lack of distraction and focus really make a difference. While here, I’ve not only written some pages I think are pretty good, but I was also able to sink into a kind of reverie that took the main body of my book to (a bit) deeper level of meaning. The presence of other artists and writers here was powerful. I’ll mention only one of them because he made a big difference in the work I was doing–C.K. Stead from New Zealand–who reminds me of my father–one of his offhand comments about another person’s book brought me to greater honesty. I can’t list everyone’s names because the blog entry would become too long and boring but everybody was meaningful, in our hive of art-worker bees.
So just as my book is almost at the end, and I’m bringing together all my characters, trying to resolve the difficult situation I put them in, the stay here is also drawing to a close. Those of us who have been living here together for a month will soon go our separate ways. Another group of artists and scholars will sit on the white sofas and deplore the days when lunch consists of pasta AND potatoes. I can hardly believe this will soon finish!
What next I wonder. This photo was taken about a week ago on the coast, when it was stormy. Today the ocean was blue, the sunlight golden, and crowds from Genoa were out basking and strolling with their faces to the sun