"Am I going to get hepatitis?"
Now that's a question I rarely get to ask. But ask it I did shortly after one AM this morning.
I'm up in Edmonds, Washington to teach at the Write on the Sound Writers' Conference, where I'm staying with my old friend, author and writing guru Henriette Anne Klauser. Henriette and her family are kindred free spirits, so I knew they'd have a suggestion for something new I could do that was specific to the area.
Their idea: skinny-dipping in Puget Sound. Hence my hepatitis query.
Apparently, Puget Sound is quite pristine, but also--no surprise--REALLY cold. About 50 degrees. But part of my challenge to myself this year has been to do things that frighten me, so in I went. With a pen, so I could Write IN the Sound.
After plunging in to my chest, however, I was shivering too much to do anything but give involuntary, adrenaline-infused shouts of shock and awe.
Rarely have I felt so alive. And, dare I say, proud?