Welcome to my blog! In keeping with my attitude that writing happens all day long and in various ways, “Write there!” seems like an appropriate name. After all, you can write there, or write there, or write there! I’ll be regularly adding topics to this column and hope you will join me.
There is an older movie called My Big Fat Greek Wedding. In it, the main character’s father claims that everything in the world can be related to the Greek language, Greece, and/or Greek people.
I feel the same way about writing. I connect all kinds of things to writing or its process.
So today, I’d like to talk about turkeys.
Look closely at my photo on this website and you’ll see my backyard shed. You might notice a couple of big old turkeys heading towards it. I live in the suburbs with about two acres of land. It’s just enough to provide food and shelter for various wildlife. I’ve been visited by opossum, raccoons, foxes, bear, and deer—to name a few.
These visits didn’t happen all at once. My house is part of a large development. When these 70+ houses were built (all within a couple of years), you can imagine the disruption that occurred to the forest. Except for some birds, squirrels, and chipmunks, we didn’t see much wildlife for years.
Slowly, the trees grew back and provided food and hiding places for our furry friends. Neighbors shared pictures on-line of recent visitors: a mother bear and her three cubs; a deer and her twin fawns; a moose speeding through a yard. We enjoy their visits and respect their right to be part of our neighborhood.
Turkeys came later.
As it happens, for decades the birds were extinct here in New Hampshire.
Reintroducing them to our part of the country required some research and creative work. With a grant from the federal government, 25 turkeys were captured in New York and released here in the 1970s. Our Fish and Game Department now says 1,000 times that number live here! Our neighborhood flock can be seen most days traveling across people’s lawns and heading into the woods.
Writing is like this: sometimes it takes a while for things to settle down enough in one’s mind to provide “food” and comfort for our stories. Sometimes we need a little injection of help. It might be from reading other writers or doing research. Slowly, we provide a comfortable place for our imagination to live. Our story can survive, right there!
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