Accomplishments!

At last, I have an accomplishment! We had another long weekend, so I made my way to Serenity. The plumber had fixed the burst pipe (yay!) and the roads were clear of ice. The dogs and I went up with four things on my check list:1. Get the cabinet boxes painted and tape removed. 2. Do some story brainstorming. 3. Grade a few papers in the quiet of the mountains. 4. Take long walks in nature with the dogs.

I got it all done! Every one of them. Check, check, check, check. Yet somehow the cabin is still a wreck what with the cabinet drawers out waiting to be painted, tools covering the coffee table, primed cabinet doors leaning against stairs and walls, and I still haven’t found a mirror for the bathroom.

I suppose it is a good thing spring break is approaching?

Could I Make It as a Dystopian Book Character?

Recently we had some bad weather move through. Lots of sleet. Inches of sleet. Yep, sleet and freezing rain are typical for my area of the country. We weren’t hit as hard as other places in the South, but we got a couple of inches of sleet. Thankfully no freezing rain. Freezing rain is the bane of a Southern winter. It’s sad that Southern kids have to sled on sleet, but hey, it works and it does get us “snow” days.  We had Monday and Tuesday off school due to the amount of ice on the roads.

This Saturday we were hit with a true snow event. We haven’t had a true snow event here since 2004. In case you are wondering, a true snow event is when we get an actual accumulation of snow and skip the winter mix of sleet/rain/snow all together. I don’t know what the official total was, but I had about six inches in my yard. I can hear all you Yankees laughing thinking six inches isn’t much. In the big picture you are correct, it isn’t. I’ve lived where we had bigger snowfalls, but here in the south six inches or more is a great snowfall. We will take it! And yes, it got us another two snow days!

As I sat in my sunroom watching the snow accumulate in my backyard, I started thinking how could I make use us this awesome weather and day off when I was struck with an idea. Since I like to write fantasy and dystopian, I should use this weather to test my mettle.

OK, not really, but I did get out the little flat pack rocket stove I bought a year or so ago and never tried. How would one of my characters fare in the cold and snow when trying to make a hot meal? The next morning, when it was 26 degrees outside (with a wind chill of 15) I ventured into my backyard. I hunted around the branches that had fallen out of the trees and were not sticking out of the snow in a search for dry sticks. I collected the dry sticks I found, cleared a spot in the snow and started my rocket stove. I’ll be honest, I used a little fire starter, good old cotton balls with petroleum jelly in them. With the amount of wind, I’m not sure I could have gotten the fire started any other way. I guess whatever character I’m writing will have to be a prepared character and have fire starters. Once I got the sticks burning, I put my pot of water on the stove, covered it and waited. The wind was blowing a hooey so I built a makeshift windscreen to keep the flames moving upward toward the pot and not sideways where they would only heat the stove walls.  

In thirteen minutes my water was starting to boil. Good thing too, I was running out of dry sticks. I suppose if my character was in a forest he or she would have more options. I, however, was limited to the resources in my small backyard. I poured the boiling water over the hot chocolate powder in my cup and mixed it up. On that beautiful sunny day, with the wind whipping at my back, I enjoyed my hot chocolate thinking of how I’d better step up my survival game if I’m going to make it as a dystopian book character in a world where civilization has collapsed. My fire making skills are lacking. What would happen if I had to grow food for survival? Build shelter? First aid?

How many lives does my character get??

Serenity

On a beautiful sunny Wednesday afternoon, when the sky was crystal blue and only a few cotton candy clouds drifted by, papers were signed. Papers were signed and the purchase was complete on a cabin perched near a mountaintop in the North Carolina mountains with a  road there that is narrow, steep and almost hidden.

On that beautiful day the proud new owners went up that road to the cabin to admire the beautiful views that are afforded to anyone who is lucky enough to find their way there. Inside was clean and tidy, though a bit old and outdated. The quietness that cloaked the mountaintop made a serene haven from a bustling world of business, traffic and work. The cabin was dubbed Serenity. Their only regret was they couldn’t stay for the weekend.

On Friday the remnants of Hurricane Helene arrived with a vengeance bringing rain, lots of rain, wind and tornadoes. Downed trees filled the mountainsides in the wake of the storm. It was a miracle no flood waters washed Serenity off the mountaintop, no tornadoes hit it and no trees fell directly on it. Instead a multitude of fallen trees blocked the narrow road up the mountain side so Serenity sat lonely and inaccessible.

That was in September. It would be March before the road was cleared. During a winter with more storms, cold weather and no one going to the cabin, mice moved in. They enjoyed their stay despite being messy, destructive, uninvited houseguests. With the road now cleared I went to help with the clean up in preparation for my June stay. 

Serenity is the perfect place to finish drafting my first novel. There is lots to be done before I begin my writing retreat. Top priority: put a fence in so I can take my dogs with me.