Many of my ideas for writing projects come from years of traveling. I recently finished a series of essays titled, Morning Light. It’s a full manuscript exploring coastal Maine from decades of discovery written in old leather journals stacked inside my den. Through these etchings in pencil, I found inspiration to form a kind of memoir riding tall ships off the Atlantic coast, hiking backwoods trails scented with white pines along high granite cliffs and spending days on rocky shores, much as Henry Thoreau experienced years ago, noting travels down wild rivers with an Indian guide and first coming here on a sailing vessel a lifetime ago from Boston.

Writing is more then a craft. It’s finding one’s self. It’s a way of expressing remembrances of our past and envisioning dreams of our days yet to come.