Restless in the City

Come, walk with me

Earlier in the month, I languished about the beach shack just outside of London.  I got back to basics, - practically no wifi for three whole days, an amazing feat.  I survived!  I spent three days wandering the shoreline, collecting shells, chasing rogue waves, falling down sand dunes, 'designing' the most magnificent fortresses and watching the sun play 'peek'a'boo' with the clouds.

In the evenings, I squeezed in the entire 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy, another chance to fall haplessly in love with Lord Aragorn, and marvel at Peter Jackson's genius.  And one day, I will sit through Nicholas Sparks' 'The Notebook' - without blubbering all over myself.   Messy, messy, indeed, but oh what a beautiful love story. 

Of course, I got to write.  A brand spanking new idea for a story which manifested itself in a dream one night, as cliche as that might sound, it's true.  You know when you wake and scenes are playing in your head, you have to write it down before you lose it?  Yes, that feeling.  The return to the city and life in the glass sarcophagus has been like the weather of late, somewhat expected but still... inclimate.  All I want to do, is to curl up somewhere warm, close my eyes and dream of someplace else.   How about you? 

Photo courtesy via yours truly. 


A/N:  Firstly, congratulations to everyone who has finished the A to Z challenge, a wonderful feat!  Secondly, hello again.  I am still alive and kicking in London, albeit blogging has been sporadic of late.  When asked about the priority of blogging versus focussing on your MS, a wise agent on twitter said - and I think I can safely quote this "... you can't publish a WIP..."  So there you have it.   I am still blogging but I am consciously following that advice.   Happy writing! - T xox