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No (wo)man is an island, but it sure would be nice to own one!

For most of my lif Kirrin usee, I have imagined what it would be like to own my own island. Not something like Maui. Something small. Say an island that would take fifteen minutes to walk across. The thought came up again today when I was disappointed that my daughter can't get into the series that I loved way back when: The Famous Five. You might not have heard of it ... it was a British series and many of the books were sent over to me from my mother's childhood home outside London. The books were written by Enid Blyton and involved the mysteries solved by siblings Julian, Dick, and Anne, plus their cousin, tomboy Georgiana and her dog, Timothy.

George owned her own island, which had been passed down through mother's family. Kirrin island was the backdrop for some of the kids' adventures. They would row a boat over and always seemed to have great picnics packed for the day. I loved these mysteries and found the old-fashioned British terms and ideas completely charming. Since they were written in the '40s, you can imagine the stories were not exactly Harry Potter or Twilight in nature.

Anyway, my daughter couldn't wrap her head around the first book and its "archaic" language, so I started tellling her about Kirrin island with its castle ruins.  (The island and castle were based on Corfe Castle on the Isle of Purbeck.) I received a blank stare. Apparently, I will be visiting that island alone in my head! Although any thoughts of The Famous Five usually get me thinking about other islands....

There are the islands I visited, via  Mombasha useice skates, many years ago at New York's Mombasha Reservoir. I think there are two tiny bits of land lined up behind each other in the center of the lake, but in my memory there were many more and I went from one to the next, to the next, to the next. I wished I could name one and make it my own for picnicking on, or perhaps even find something mysterious there. Think I need to take a boat there again. Kris...this spring or summer? What say you?

 Like anyone else with kids and/or too much on their plate, the thought of running away by myself to an island for a little while is a serious temptation. However, my venture into publishing a novel reminds me that no man or woman is an island. True, writers spend a lot of time alone in front of a keyboard or paper and pen. When we edit, our hair roots are the only ones we get to tug at. Honestly, we spend a lot of time in our own heads. Whether our work turns out to be epic or shlock, we fill it with energy. In case, that means someone else often switches over the dishwasher and deals with other everyday tasks. For me, my husband has picked up a lot of the slack. And I thank him for that. In fact, if I do own an island one day, I'll let him join me. 

 

 

 

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