An Adventure from without.

I suppose we really don’t get a choice as to when our writing will be best.
Here I am trying to carry on a normal day-loving life, when I know quite well that creativity comes when the night shift punches in upstairs and the logical, functional men of my brain are long gone to bed, home with wife kids and dreams of summer vacations.
All it takes is one late night, and the preface to a good book to get me started, here I am.

I have been trying to make words for weeks. I have been trying so hard and telling myself I can do it without actually trying. I suppose that has something to do with how I am currently conducting my life.

In one week and one day I will be in another world. How exciting!
I have never been to another world before, and I can already watch myself trying to dumb it down into not being another world at all.
But maybe it will be exactly what I need.
Lauren Watson, you are a traveler.

I have been told this before, by those who haven’t read my autobiography of course. If one did exist, and if they had put the time into reading it, they would have found that I have not really been all that far and definitely not in harms way. The North American tour can be pumped into a beautiful adventure, but it was safe. And other travels I have done have been leashed and time constrained or sheltered by friends and family.

I suppose next weeks adventure will be too in a way. But it will be a taste of something which I need to dip into. Travel… real sight seeing. The danger of the world, the preciousness of it. All that which we apparently have to see to believe, because as human beings we can never really trust someone else’s judgement. I suppose I still need to make all the mistakes to really want to be a vegetarian, not drive cars, not fly planes, not have babies, eat organic and boycott plastic and child labour.

I bought my ticket.
I can barely wait.