We've been without the internet for several days, which is always traumatic. The good news upon coming back is that I've learned that MACBETH'S NIECE will be published in large print in April. That's a good thing because as a "sweet" romance, it appeals to people who might need a bit of help eyesight-wise. Still, being "isolated" from web friends and colleagues is nerve-wracking. What am I missing, what should I be doing, who's trying to contact me?
I'm currently doing a tiny-tour of Wisconsin, and the trip across the Upper Peninsula was lovely. Color is good but not yet great. We stopped at our hunting camp to drop off some supplies, and it always strikes me how peaceful it is there. Somehow it doesn't matter if my blog didn't get posted or my email didn't get read, and I haven't checked my chat sites. I find myself wondering why I don't just live in the woods and stop trying to fight my way in the crazy world of modernity.
So what's the difference? I don't know. I also don't know how long the sense of peace could last if I really did emulate Thoreau and go to the woods. Surely all those daily cares would find me eventually, and what about all the people who depend on me to do what I do? Makes me think of Frost's "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening." We stop, we appreciate, we wish we could stay, and then we remember, "But I have promises to keep/ and miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep."