Did being on unfamiliar earth challenge me when it came to my writing? Am I so very rooted to home? When the El Norte wind blew around the sharp, stone angles of the beach casa—I heard voices unlike the forest songs at home and I stumbled in my thoughts. I am an intruder here—I struggle not only with the language, but its alien earth.
Perhaps because my WIP is based in the land Ihave always known, whose voices are those of evergreen rainforest giants and the northern Pacific Ocean.