Day 338 – Back

Joe and I took a much needed vacation to see friends in the UK. I didn’t write a word. Not a single word for a whole 9 days. There simply wasn’t time between historical sites and indulging in play time with my friend’s children and, frankly, I didn’t want to write. I wanted to consume instead of produce. So that’s what I did. I filled myself to the brim with so much food and wine and little British towns that I’m bursting with happy. There is no place better than England to visit while you’re writing a book. I walked the same streets as Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, T.S. Elliot, Lewis Carroll, C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien to name a few. I let myself believe I could feel the magic of them there. Yes, it was probably just...