Pod Life

domesticated, but not tamed
The Clarion Call Anthology, Vol. 3: UNBOUND
August 21, 2017

Pod Life

View from the back porch of Little Pod on the Prairie

This is it, folks. We’ve made the move to Bee Ridge Ranch, our lovely ten acres of heaven in the Texas Hill Country, smack dab in the middle of 10,000 (for now) undeveloped acres.

The Little Pod on the Prairie is our 320 square foot home created from two low-cube shipping containers. It’s got everything we need: a bathroom, a sort-of complete kitchen, a queen-sized bed and a small work/live space where my husband and I will ply our trades from home.

What it doesn’t have is storage space for much more than the daily essentials. For now, I don’t even have a desk for my computer. My monitor crouches atop an IKEA Expedit shelving unit and my keyboard is sitting on a plastic storage container on top of a plastic outdoor table from WalMart. My chiropractor would just cry. Hopefully, I can find time this weekend to build a desk/table combo like this one from Ana White’s website so we’ll not only have workspace, but dining space as well.

Cool, right? It looks pretty easy to build, but we’ll need to do a bit of rearranging for it to fit nicely into our space.

Violet and Ruby, my editors

In the meantime, I’m making do and getting used to life in Little Pod. For this first week, I’m out here with just Ruby and Violet, my two pups. To be completely honest, I wasn’t expecting the solitude to have such an impact on my word count, but it’s been like an epinephrine shot to my writer’s heart. There’s nothing but the sound of the wind, the birds, the coyotes and cows, and an occasional mountain lion, and nothing to interrupt me from smearing my imagination across my digital pages with the abandon of a two-year old discovering¬†finger paints.

I thought I’d be lonely, or even a little scared. After all, without light pollution from housing and businesses, it’s full dark out here at night and there are all kinds of creatures creeping, flying, and singing their hearts out to the moon.

But instead of feeling house-bound (or pod-bound, as the case may be!) I have this incredible sense of liberty and freedom that I’ve not felt in my suburban or urban homes. Heck, I even did yoga in my underwear on the back porch one afternoon because who’s going to look? I can sing, run, and dance like no one’s watching because . . . no one is!

At Little Pod

It’s odd how this feeling of unfettered reality translates to crazy fast writing. No wonder Hemingway and Thoreau treasured their solitary moments. My only fear is that, as time goes on, the solitude may turn sour and I’ll end up longing for the laughter of like-minded souls. To that end, I’ve got a plan to get out into the community and start putting down some roots. And in the interim, there’s always a good, old-fashioned phone call when I need to hear a friendly voice other than my husband’s or the buzz of our beehives.

In the meantime, I’m taking advantage of my inspirational wordfest and letting the ink flow where it will. I’m still working on my Viking novel and I’ve a few short stories in the pipeline as well.¬† I’m ready to jump into the pod (writing) life with both feet!

See you on the next page!

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