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The last few months have been high on book ideas, organising my content strategy, social media engagement and real life, and very low on writing. The reality of being an author is just that: sometime one doesn't write, and for me, it's painfully frustrating. Writing is what I stay home to do full-time. Yes, I do other things and I need to, in order to stay sane. Being at home all day every day in a world of fiction isn't entirely healthy. I change it up by travelling whilst writing and working in a coffee shop where I can hear and see interactions without having them myself. Once I'm dressed and ready to sit down and work and the words don't come, I go in backup mode. There are uncountable things that an author should be doing if they aren't writing, but of course they vary from person to person. Every author has to market, so I do a bit of that. Authors need to engage on social media (to what level is personal to them) and respond to emails, so I do that. All the while I'm hoping to get back to what I really want to do, which is to write.
I thought I was blocked and whilst I could offer some understandable reasons why, it seemed like I was just a bit depressed. My brain has been engorged with books that I want to write and the desire is/was there to let them bleed over the pages, but when I sat down it didn't bleed. Hence - engorgedness. 'Tis so a word. Yes, it is. Is so. Is so. Is so.
Travel always relieves the aches and pains.
Thankfully, I had been planning a trip for 7 months so the timing was perfect.
I met this lady before check-in on the BA flight from D.C. to Heathrow opened. She's from Serbia and barely speaks English. We used the Google translate app to communicate, and there was lots of smiling and giggling and hand gestures. The agent even moved our seats so we could sit next to each other for eight more hours. I wanted to be sure she got on the plane and trasnferred in London and so we ended up becoming inseparable in the airport and until I had to hug her goodbye in London. This was by far the best start to any travel I have ever had. She has my address, so I hope we keep in touch.
I had a stopover in Glasgow for five hours and that brought back memories. Between 2005 - 2008 I spent Christmas's, New Years, and countless weeks in Scotland. Walking down Buchanan street with the lights and sounds of the season was unashamedly nostalgic. Glasgow is one of my most favourite places because it combines the weather I favour, the bustling of people in a setting I love and the general candour of culture that is more cheery than the southern neighbours. Being that I moved from England I can say that *grin*
Thomas and I met John and Sandie on holiday in Crete in 2012 and we haven't lost touch. They are back living in Glasgow and I've been able to visit them once before we moved to the US and now. We had time for dinner and a chat, and that made my whole year. John and Sandie are the type of friends that we know will always be our friends. I love them dearly and it was so good to get them all to myself for a few hours. To be told that they're proud of me for what I've accomplished with my books . . . it's enough to make a girl teary-eyed. They brought me back to the airport for some departing photos, which of course are blog worthy.
Until next time xx
The Old Coach and Horses in Harbledown.
One of Bella's recommended places.
The walk after the pub is a pleasant one mile stroll and involves leaf-covered paths this time of year. We go past a little parish cemetery, down some secluded lanes and through a park. There was a lovely brick wall for which to stand against and take blog photos. I don't like getting my photos done in public or with people watching. So, secluded lanes and random brick walls in the English countryside is where I usually smile for real, instead of giving a pretend, polite grin.
that makes my lunch a tax write-off because we talked about books and the photos ended up on my blog. So let's just do some photo sharing, shall we?
at least if I get audited I have cheeky photos to prove my wherabouts and spending
to the gentleman.
"See, Mister Auditor! See I was walking and talking and lunching about books! SEE!!!"
The Falstaff Hotel has views of the Westgate towers in Canterbury. If you're a fan of The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer (published 1478) then you'd like it here. The city is Thomas' birthplace and one of our favourite places to come home to. This hotel is where Thomas got my first kiss in December 2008. Here we are, married eight years later and staying overnight in December 2016.
Another recommended eat is Cafe Soleil in Canterbury. We've dined here for about five years and always sit at the same table. Yes, we are that family that has to ask for table eight. Staff, ambiance, food are flawless. It's also built into the Westgate towers which are still going strong since the 14th century. So there's that.
The planning I mentioned was for my husband's 31st birthday. He works full-time, studies part time, and has other major responsibilities outside of all that. There wasn't a tangible gift I could give him that would provide the kind of restoration I knew he needed. A trip somewhere warm with nothing but good food and peace was what he needed this year, so I made it happen. We had 5 days at the Barcelo Teguise Spa hotel (adults only) in Lanzarote, Spain. The hotel was flawless. Seriously. They get 10 stars from us.
and it almost killed me.
so of course after I'm about to die from all-inclusive dining and virgin cocktails with extra extra cherries, I buy biscuits from the corner shop to have with my bedtime coffee. I make excellent choices.
see that face?