No, no. You’re not hallucinating.
It’s me. I’m actually writing a blog post. I know that hasn’t occurred since, oh, June, and now it’s, oh, November. But here I am.
There’s no good excuse, really. Just that this writing thing is hard. And sometimes I believe I have nothing interesting to say. And sometimes I overthink and overedit, resulting in a diatribe of incoherent thoughts followed by general posting paralysis. And my discipline begins to wane. So, sure, I’ve been busy. We’ve all been busy. But then a funny thing happened. Several other bloggers I read expressed the very same sentiments. We’ve all been in a rut together.
But, it’s a new day and I’m going to get back up on that horse up there.
So on to random musings.
I might write a book. Scoff, you say, since I can’t even turn out a regular blog post. But I still might. Several years ago I met one of my favorite authors, Wally Lamb. At the time, he was about to publish “The Hour I First Believed,” a book he’d been writing for 10 years. Well, he told me, the book was actually writing him. And that’s sort of how I’ve been feeling as of late. Story, characters, plot and scene are all brewing inside me. And someday they’re gonna come out, whether I share them only with my laptop or with the wider world. They say you should “write what you know,” and I’m finding that I know a lot more than I thought I did.
Speaking of writing, I met Pat Conroy last weekend. He’s a prolific southern writer, so I tried to read some of his books years ago, starting with “The Water is Wide,” then “Beach Music.” They are fine and all, but since he writes semi-autobiographical fiction, I just didn’t like his main characters — so, him? — very much.
Then I picked up “The Prince of Tides.”
I mean, just … wow. It’s set in both Beaufort, S.C., and NYC — places I too left a piece of my soul. It’s suspenseful and gut-wrenching and cathartic. I underlined passages (which I am not often wont to do) of prose I found so profound and prophetic. His turn of phrase just spoke to me. And that book immediately made it on my re-read yearly/top 5 of all time/deserted island list. So it was an honor to meet the man himself, even if he did initially inscribe my book to “Wendy.”
(Don’t worry, he made good on that.)
During my bloggersphere absence, I was delighted to hear from all of you who visited Downton Abbey. Erm, Highclere Castle. (Sorry, I keep doing that.) My 2012 visit to Highclere remains one of my top visited posts on this site, and an inordinate amount of you had trips planned in September. Maybe you even ran into each other there! I loved hearing about your plans and your experiences. Though if you went on a clear, sunny, warm day, I might not be able to respond to you out of raging jealousy. Hope it was fun.
Lastly, I am sitting in a major travel dry spell. Sure, I’ve taken vacation and I’ve gone out of town this year, but I haven’t planned or taken a big, international trip — as I’m accustomed to nearly every year or so. Well, fret not. A deposit has been paid, and the next destination is pending, summer 2014. Here’s a sneak peek. Any guesses? It’s going to be a doozy.
Photo source: National Geographic
Be good, kids.