Living Like A Writer

Posted on by A.R. Geiger

We are two weeks into January.

Almost two weeks.

What day is it again?

Basically, 2019 has been a whirlwind of activity, even in its first two weeks. I started coaching sessions, started the first draft of my sixth book, embraced this blog, sent out several resumes for freelance writing positions, and oddly enough, repainted and rearranged my mother’s pantry.

I also took a morning to chop wood.

Because I live in a tiny house. And the only way to heat this tiny house is with a wood stove.

And it is cold in Colorado.

The lovely part of gathering wood for my house has been the long walks through the woods, finding dead wood and fallen branches to chop up. I live on thirty-five acres of pastureland and pine woods, and out here, we don’t go to Walmart and buy wood.

Although Walmart does sell firewood. Which seems weird to me.

However, we also don’t chop down trees willy-nilly. Because trees take seven thousand years to grow in Colorado due to the lack of water. So instead, I’ve been collecting logs from neighbors who are clearing their land, dead branches and trees from our own property, and old lumber from a porch that we tore down a year or so ago.

My woodpile is a study in oddities.

The long walks to find all of this wood have given me, as a writer, so much time and space to think. They’re moments outside in the trees, with the blue sky and the deer tracks in the snow and the long, winding paths up through our property. I have loved every minute of it and found that, more than just giving me wood to heat my house, they have given me rest for my soul, inspiration for my writing time, and above all, a chance to pause and enjoy the beautiful place that I live in. I am a country girl heart and soul, and nothing feeds my spirit more than time in the trees.

And, if I can ensure that I don’t freeze in the middle of the night at the same time, it’s definitely a double bonus.

24 thoughts on “Living Like A Writer”

      2. Isn’t it? I’ve never lived in the city, but I’ve spent a few weeks at a time visiting friends or relatives there. I could never get used to the fact that you aren’t supposed to make eye contact on the street or smile at everybody! Here, we drive down the road and wave at every car as you pass it. (Which is only about four or five per trip.) It’s almost rude not to. 😂

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      4. We had our water softener system finally installed today! Yay! Well water isn’t as exciting as the rest of the wonderful components of country living 🙂

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      9. When I shower (before installing the water softening system), I swear my poor hair gets so angry at me and starts screaming and shouting! It takes an hour to comb it ‘I mean calm’ it down! 😁

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      10. Yes! 😱 My sisters are always so frustrated by what our water does to their hair. The ones who are blonde swear it turns their hair slightly orange. I’m pretty sure they’re exaggerating though. 😂

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