I Do Not Prefer to Live an Active Lifestyle.

Ask anyone who knows me. I am not an active person. Bench pressing the remote control is a thing of stealth.  My husband asks me to go hiking and I reply, “I would rather cut off my own legs.”

Now this is not to say I do not like the outdoors, after all I am from Montana. I would just rather be reclining in them instead of making some sort of physical movement. I love nature. I can camp. I can shit in the woods with the best of them.

Yeah. Like this.

So naturally I drug the husband along on a hippie retreat last weekend to a little place called Spirit Falls in Pine, AZ. If the name of this cabin doesn’t conjure pictures of machete-wielding strangers and teenagers screaming then I am sad for you. (P.S. I heartily recommend these little cabins for a retreat. Uber-awesomeness).

However, this little cabin in the woods was a gem. Owned by a lovely man named Bodhi Heart (Swoon, AMIRIGHT?) he made us feel at home. He kindly explained the surrounding property and introduced us to the RV-type toilet where all our craps would gather in a little basin at the bottom and then he would “collect the contents” at the end of our stay.

 

I will eat your babies, bitches

Now this is not the point of the story – the point of the story is one of the main reasons I wanted to get away. To clear my fried mind. To read. And especially to write.

Writing was a bit daunting because (to be honest) I have a hard time performing – ahem – a hard time writing in other spaces other than my office. I can’t get the groove; feel the beat, so to speak. So this was kind of like a test.

Which I frickin’ passed.

The Husband went into town leaving me alone with a laptop, a horse head, some wine, and my iPod. I put on Coconut Records, danced some jigs and I really wrote.

 

Look, ma! Times New Roman!

Along with the 4th of July Incident of 1999, this memory will be engrained in my mind for as long as I live. As writers we all know the feeling of when we dig out of that rut, grab another experience and are able to JUST WRITE. It’s a big deal for me. I’ve never been that person who can load up the laptop and head to the Starbucks. I must write in my chair. At my desk. Cat asleep on my lap. It’s my element. It’s maybe a bad habit but I think I broke it…just a little bit.

Being able to write at Spirit Falls was like popping my writer-ly cherry. I got down and got copacetic with my bad self. Came up with some great scenes for my work-in-progress. Along with chasing squirrels, it was the highlight of my trip.

Clearly it did not want what I was offering.

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    Michael Gillan Maxwell

    April 5, 2012 at 2:20 pm

    You’re pretty much channeling Henry David Thoreau right here – or Daniel Boone – or a machete wielding teenager with strangers screaming – I mean -c’mon – does the Pope shit in the woods? PBR me ASAP!

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      julesjustwrite

      April 6, 2012 at 1:12 am

      I definitely prefer channeling Jason Vorhees. And one day I’ll reveal the 4th of July Incident…maybe…

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    Michael Gillan Maxwell

    April 5, 2012 at 2:35 pm

    BTW -R U gonna share the 4th of July Incident of 1999 with your readers? We’re waiting on pins and needles….

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    Berit

    April 6, 2012 at 12:02 am

    You have done something very cool (and probably also very useful) for yourself and for your writing Jules! I admire your tenacity and writer awesomeness!

    And yes, the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture of the cabin was “horror movie with axe murderer in the forest”.

    Love that hat! :)

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      julesjustwrite

      April 6, 2012 at 1:13 am

      Aw, thanks for reading Berit. Happy you liked the hat and no cabins are complete without axe murderers. 😉

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    wiredwriter

    April 6, 2012 at 12:23 pm

    Hey great article and excellent pix! Glad you were able to break through. I’ve tried to do the same for years but damn if I can. Love that PBR shirt too :)

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      julesjustwrite

      April 7, 2012 at 5:00 am

      Hey you! Thanks for the read. I’ve missed you around these parts. :)

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    Roman Acleaf

    April 8, 2012 at 8:08 pm

    What was the 4th of July 1999 incident which you reference?

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