Monday, June 27, 2011
Trasnported in Writing.
Just one of those thought provoking posts:
Looking at this picture, can't you just imagine yourself writing there? Swaying in a hammock, the shade gently hiding you from a perfect amount of sunlight, not too cold or hot. A nice breeze lifting any of the too-hotness feeling from your neck. Total solitude. Quiet.
A few different people have posted places they have written or would love to write. I admit that I get lost in these pictures, imagining what it would be like to have all the free time in the world in some exotic place, writing away, day dreaming, plotting.
The truth is, though, that I think writing alone does this for me. Isn't it wonderful that we have imaginations that can conjure up such realistic pictures in our heads? I can sit on my bed, in my room, TV blaring children's cartoons, a total tornado of a mess on the floor and my baby trying to help me push buttons on my computer, and still float away on 'wings of imagination'. What a wonderful escape! And the best part is, I can 'wake' up any time I like, return to reality and take care of my neglected children and husband=).
Not traveling holds less guilt. But someday I'll decide to go to a place like this. I'll get sand in my shoes, it will be too hot, there will be a million bugs buzzing around my head--distracting me while I try to right the perfect action sequence or thought provoking or awe-inspiring scene, taking me out of the moment. I'll miss my soft bed, and air-con. And I will realize something.
There's no one perfect place.
You thought I was going to say, 'There's no place like home,' right?
While partially true, I can imagine many perfect places. The thing that makes them perfect is our frame of mind.
Now, what do you think? You don't need to be all philosophical about it like me. Is there a perfect resort, destination, place that you would love to write in, or have written in? If you have gone some place special, how has it affected your work?