This month I’m participating in NaNoWriMo. Since I won’t have as much time to blog, I asked some of my favorite bloggers to guest post for me – and some of them were actually willing to do it. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do; they have become my friends through this crazy little thing known as the internet, and I’m grateful for their support. -Tricia
By Chloe Jeffreys
Hi, I’m Chloe of the Mountain. Tricia asked me to come by and fill in a day on her blog while she’s off being a novelist.
Since I’m also a novelist–I started my own novel six weeks ago while on an airplane to Atlanta where I met up with, you guessed it, Tricia–I understood right away the demands that noveling would have on Tricia’s life, so I immediately stepped up to the plate when she asked and said, “Are you crazy? Be a guest poster on your blog? No way.”
But then I saw all sorts of other nice people helping a sister out and I felt like a shithead, so then I said, “Yes. Of course, I’ll help you. I’d LOVE to be a guest poster on your blog.”
I’ve read my competition friends who’ve also been guest posting here on Southern Spark this month, and I already know I can’t be funny like Tracy Beckerman, informative like Susan, thoughtful like Holly Hughes, encouraging like Desiree Miller, or educational like Amiyrah Martin. I suggest you go read them if you want enlightening writing like that.
Because, lately, my writing has been cold, angry, and dark, like the sky over Mount Shasta where I live, my moods reflecting the weather and the inevitable coming of another winter.
I find myself increasingly in a love/hate relationship with this mountain, and I’m starting to wonder if I need a climate change.
I love the quiet, the clean air, and the icy cold, crystal clear water that flows year round at exactly 42 degrees out of my kitchen faucet. That water comes from snow that fell 10,000 years ago—before there was pollution–and has been filtered through thousands of feet of volcanic rock before it came to be in my well.
I love that my neighbors can’t hear my husband and me screaming either at each other in fury, or with each other while making wild, passionate love.
I love that a hot summer here is 82 degrees without humidity, and that I can drive 10 minutes by car to swim in a pristine, glacial lake.
I love that there is never any traffic (except at 3pm when the elementary school gets out) and that my daughter only lives 2 miles from me.
In so many ways I love it here, but it is not all a Shangri-La up here in the place where they say “heaven meets the earth.”
I hate that there is no nightlife whatsoever. I hate that there are only four or five decent restaurants in town, and that I’ve been to all of them so many times that I can’t stand the thought of eating at any of them ever again.
I hate that there is nowhere to buy nice underwear.
I hate that it has been so hard for us to make friends and create a social life. People don’t come to Mount Shasta for a social life; people come to Mount Shasta to get away for it all.
Is that why we’re here? Do I still want to get away from it all?
And the snow (sometimes eight feet of it at a time) is really getting to me.
At 50 years old I wonder how much longer my husband and I will be able to deal with all of this snow? I love the water that comes from it, but the snow itself is a lot of hard, hard work. On top of that we find ourselves stuck in a house that is too large for the two of us. Keeping the house and the property up is a full-time job, especially in the hard climate like Mount Shasta.
In Holly’s post she asks her husband, “Do we want a life where we have to work hard to get by or do we want a life we can enjoy?”
This is the question my husband and I find ourselves asking. And what exactly would a life we can enjoy look like?
What would a life you can enjoy look like for you? Are you already living it? And if not, what would you have to change to make it happen?
Chloe Jeffreys, originally born a Princess, was kidnapped as a baby by two horny teenagers and raised as a poor white child in a government housing project in Louisville, Kentucky. At 23, after making a series of really terrific life decisions, Chloe met and married the love of her life while living in a drug rehab facility. A highly-decorated veteran of the Mommy Wars, Chloe’s children are both now officially grown and on their own. Since neither lives in her basement, Chloe has been crowned the reigning “Queen of the Mommies”. Gifted with an almost magical ability to inadvertently push people’s buttons, Chloe–one of those rare liberal Christians that Fox News tells you doesn’t exist–now shares her insouciant wit and penetrating personal insight at http://chloeofthemountain.