I never thought I’d be this happy walking a dog again. I never thought I’d get another dog. But I love my Mallie. (a cross between Max and Allie) I thought I was over dogs when Sam finally crossed that Rainbow bridge but then Phil came home with Mallie. Every morning I walk her on the Island path. We see the quiet, we hear the trees, I feel the green, I constantly have a smile on my face. Mallie chases whatever she chases and comes back to check on me, wagging her tail to make sure I’m still on the path, then chases something else. Thankfully she hasn’t had a run-in with any snakes lately. We’ve come across them on occasion but they usually take off before she has a chance to tangle with them.
We take the same path everyday. There is only one path. We’ve been talking about adding another path on the other side of the island but haven’t gotten around to it yet. Pets really aren’t allowed on the Island but since we’re “residents” now they can’t really keep Mallie away. I honestly don’t know how it happened that we became owners of the Dollhouse. It’s like a dream come true. It IS a dream come true.
The dream started with me coming here to write my first novel, The End of the Beginning. It was a play on words for writing my first novel. The end of the beginning of my “becoming” an author. And voila, I’m an author. Phil, dear dear Phil, took a gamble on me, rented the Dollhouse for one month where I pounded out the rough draft of my book. I didn’t have Mallie at the time, but I still would walk the path every morning, clearing my head. Then to work. The living space of the cottage has the table, in front of the window. Perfect for my computer. NO TV!! No distractions. The room is warm, dark, a small cottage. It’s beachy. The sea water wafts in. Sometimes I type on the screened in porch. I have to do that before lunch though as once the boats start parading by for lunch I easily get distracted. When I take a day off and sit on the dock they all wave. Most of the Island charters know me now. They didn’t know me back then. Well, not at first but after the first week or so they started to. I occasionally would take a charter to other Islands just to get some good food or walk on the beach. I got very good with the skiff and would take that to the beach just to walk on some sand and to mix it up. Walking on that private beach did me a world of good to clear my mind and develop my stories. It’s amazing all the distractions we have in life and how they really do affect our minds. I didn’t realize this until I got away from them. I understand why in so many spiritual quests people go away for 3 days. It must take that long to get the world out of your head.
After my book was published and I gave credit to the Island and the Dollhouse they asked if I was interested in purchasing it. I’m not sure why, but I was in a position to say yes and now it’s OURS!! Since buying the Dollhouse I’ve written 5 more books. I’m always surprised that anyone buys them. At one time I couldn’t think of anything to say and now the ideas just keep coming.
I was thinking about this on my walk with Mallie this morning. How I got here. Where I was. Remembering where I started in our house on Mary’s Meadow Lane. Wondering where my life was going and here I am. A published successful author, with an Island House!! Oh we still have our main house in Ozona up near Tampa. It’s where all the kids come you know. We have 5 bedrooms that are mainly empty but when they’re full, they’re full and boy is it fun. Jorden was the last to go off to college. Sort of bittersweet. Phil and I dreamed about the day we would have our lives to ourselves and the first week that our house was empty we were quiet and sad. That’s when he came home with Mallie. That’s when we bought the Island cabin. That’s when “our” life began.
When we come to the cottage we always remember our first days together. Our struggles and our successes and our quiet times together. It’s “our” place. One bedroom. No room for kids. It’s him and I in our cabin, on our porch, on our boat. Or when the mood strikes it’s me, on the computer, writing feverishly, 95 wpm, spitting out those thoughts and always pinching myself. I still can’t believe I live in Florida, I’m a real writer, and I own an Island House. Who would have thunk?
This is a work of fiction (duh) This is in response to today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now? I chose to zoom through space to a future time.
Until mañana, (realistically many mañanas)