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 a product of my head, but I don’t care. They were there in the stone and soil, they really were, and I was happy to put my feet right were theirs were once and think how lucky we are to be humans and to have story.
There is so much more to be done before the end of there year and not enough time to do it. My thoughts in the weeks before my vacation were disjointed and unclear because of the pressure of my looming deadline. I needed space from it so the stories that still need to be written could unwind a little. Deadlines are good. I work harder and produce more when I have them. However, when you find the panic over the deadline is preventing you inviting to the story to the page, it’s sometimes best to readjust your expectations. The alternative is wringing your hands and labeling yourself FAILURE and we all know how helpful that is. Not at all.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. – T. S. Elliot
Prompt: Write about a walk down the street.