I’d like to be able to say I’m quick on my feet and graceful with transitions, but that would be a terrible lie. At best I’m more like a fall on my face, then tuck and roll kind of girl. No, I’ve been on the fence about this transition from the woods to Los Angeles for two years now. Frankly, I was not a fan… at first. I’ve come around, though.
Only with a lot of effort have I been able to wrap my brain around the process, the need, the life alteration required to bring twenty-five years of stockpiled writing to Hollywood for adaptation. These blogs will be an ongoing sojourn of the winding path that got me here. It’s been a long and twisty road. Hopefully, I can shed some light on the process for others as they set out on their own journey.
When I bought this land eight years ago, I came out here with the express intention of just hunkering down and writing. I have been in isolation for these last eight years pushing out content and filing it away for the day I knew would come, but I resisted it anyway.
I mean… peace, quiet, solitude and uninterrupted creative time. It was an easy choice. I had some healing to do out here, but that’s another ramble.
The point is, I knew this peaceful life was temporary. It wasn’t meant to be forever—I just didn’t expect to fall in love with the life so hard that it would become difficult to move to the next step. The next step was always going to be to reach the audience and pour the file cabinet out for content development.
So, while I knew that would eventually be the road, I clung to the forest, snuggled in tight. Please forgive the cascade of posts to come as I pry myself loose, heading back into the open, and share out my love of this place as I go.
Part of letting go is sharing the deep appreciation of an experience, the love of that phase and way of being. Appreciation and reverence. This place, the Elder Glade, gave me the safety and protection, community and inspiration to write half a dozen novels, build three IP worlds, script pilots, sculpt clay, and launch two businesses. Without this space and privacy… and these woods to fill my soul, I’m not sure any of that would have come out of me. Truly.
A huge thank you to this place and these last eight years. Thank you.
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