They say the worst thing a creative person can do is spend all of their time doing “their thing,” whatever their thing might be. For writers this often means spending too much time with their laptops and WIPs and imaginary friends/enemies/ghosts, and not enough time seeking out new places and people and lived experiences.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good plunge down the creative rabbit hole. In fact, I’m on the precipe of another big leap, as I plan to spend the rest of the summer completing my latest novel WIP (1/3 typed, 2/3 to go). But before I commit to that, I have to admit, there’s something appealing about creating a little space between oneself and one’s work, and seeing what floats in and out, or where we might float to and from.
I’m happy to report that since I’ve been on a self-prescribed writers retreat in St. John’s, my laptop and I have been working on our co-dependency. I’ve gone on some beautiful walks and hikes, met some interesting people, indulged in local fare, and greedily eavesdropped on many, many coffee shop conversations that were not meant for my ears. (We writers are natural eavesdroppers. It’s a gift.)
Here are some of the eye-widening vistas I’ve been enjoying while happily #notwriting. What better metaphor for creativity, or the possibilities of this writing life, than an open sky and an ocean that seem limitless.