Feeding off of Leda’s post, lately I’ve also been thinking a lot about landscape and the various ways that it situates itself in our lives, and thus in our stories. Almost all of my work has been set in the lands in which I either grew up or in which spent a considerable bit of time.
But at the moment, I’m working on a story that takes place far away from my hot, humid coastal plains, in a wintry, blizzardy sort of rocky land cut through by a swift and freezing river, and it’s gotten me just a bit rattled. What do I know about ice and snow? It’s not that I haven’t experienced it; rather, it’s that I don’t really know it at a visceral level, the kind of knowing that comes from winter after long winter of persistent cold.
What I’ve discovered is that the writing has made me homesick, and I find myself craving my natural habitat even though I’ve never left.
Does this even make sense? Maybe? I doubt it.
Anyways, one person who brings me back home every time is singer/songwriter Nanci Griffith. Whenever I’m yearning for my beautiful Gulf Coast, I listen to her song, “Gulf Coast Highway,” and I’m there again, right there.
So, I’m sharing her with you, and at the same time sharing this bit of space on earth that I love so well. Enjoy!