My Writing Life: Bringing the Inca World to Vermont

November 16, 2013

 Without my daily writing I’m likely to fall into droopy regression. All my life I’ve had to take the time to write, working on a hodgepodge of mediums: short stories, poetry, educational pieces–especially now about Peru and the Inca world, on press releases, newsletters, a memoir forever in process, even a museum guide for the Inca exhibition I guest curated, and for which I’m very proud (“Weaving the Patterns of the Land,” at the Fleming Museum, the University of Vermont.)

Inca world

Fall view from my Vermont home office where the Inca World intersects for me. Photograph by David VanBuskirk. September 19, 2013

In fact I am really a poet. When I feel most free, I think like a poet. To write a poetic line or two, or a “poetic” piece of some sort, this brings the greatest of pleasure. But I need to get away from everything and everyone to drift down into that mysterious place we writers know, for me a world where magic realism leads to strange words and thoughts, and the depths of the Inca culture.

When we moved from the Boston area to Vermont, we found a house high on the edge of a miniature so-called mountain. I’m sure my husband and I picked it because it reminded us of Peru. I managed to acquire a first floor office-study with a view down into the valley below, then up at the whole range of the Green mountains, Mt. Mansfield included. To be clear, my husband was also so endowed, his home study on the second floor with an even vaster view which can be seen in his photographs that reveal ever-changing moods of that valley and those mountains. The perfect writing life and space of my own?  This post is continued.