I have come alone to an Indonesian island called Nusa Lumbongan for a writing retreat.
Why a solo writing retreat when I live on the bucolic island of Bali? Because in Ubud there is just so much life, friends and distraction, that I have to hide away at least once a year to focus on writing. I am most creative when still.
And so here I am on February 14, 2013 on an almost deserted island.
“High Pea Allen Times,” the waiter said placing a young coconut in front of me on my table just a few feet from the sea. “Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked. He said it again. “High Pea Allen Times.” What??? I thought. I didn’t want to ask him to repeat it a 3rd time. And then it came to me, “Ooooh, Happy Valentines?” I asked. “Yes,” he said with a sweet smile of connection.
The sand is ivory, the sea sapphire, and the air a heavy damp blanket.
All that is left to do is write.