This is a sticky post, so it will show up…
Give me life
I haven’t traveled in years, and I’m beginning to think that this is dulling the ol’ writin’ skills.
It’s been 10 years since I left the continent. I’m not sure I’ve really lived since then.
But it seems like I have. I finished putting myself through college, had a couple of real jobs, moved a few times, watched my mother die, got married, got myself into a box. Somewhere in all that time, my creative output has gone from pretty darn good (for a state school grad) to more or less jejune. I get caught up wondering if I would have achieved greater things given more money, better circumstances, happier times.
I find myself at the crossroads of not-so-bad and not-so-good. So, I’m hitting the books again. It’s what writers should do aside from writing. I need to absorb the good and the solid.
I’m with you on this one, lady. In exchange for getting better at writing, my creativity has slowed down into a syrup, especially now that I’m working a 40-hour work week and am tending to the creative minds of my children instead. It’s amazing what we give up (knowingly or unknowingly) for happiness.
Get your ass abroad, Jen, and send back some photos!
So true, Barrett! Exchanging creativity for being good at writing… you put that way better than I did.
Exciting, happy stuff makes it all worthwhile. Lots more of that to come, I think — for both of us.
Where would you go if you had the chance? What’s your travel bucket list?
There are loads of places, really. Sometimes I’d just like to find a cottage by the sea somewhere in Northern California. There’s a long list.