I have been feeling jaded, of late, as if the energy around me was needing a good blow of wind to get it moving again. Unsure that I would ever find another thing to write about, or any way to reawaken my desire to continue, in the end, the simplicity of the solution has been clear, reassuring and simple. Hubby – bless his heart! – insisted on two days away to our favourite place, Canty Bay House just outside North Berwick.
As soon as I came over the front door, smelt the floor polish and remembered the big solid table where occasionally I have found a moment to sit and write, I rediscovered that the urge to commit words to the page – words about beauty, silence, the dark brooding colours, the buffeting wind and the seahorses – was and is entirely genuine.
The window in our room frames a clear view out to the Bass Rock just a short distance away. I could have watched the waves for hours. Constant wind buffets away all thoughts of timetables, obligations and city routine and, even glancing at the raindrops on the glass, I feel that familiar and most welcome desire to locate pen and paper. But, most unusually, I did not bring any with me, so, have to go and find some, finally tracking both, in the Post Office on North Berwick High Street.
The relief of sitting scribbling blog posts, seated at the heavy dining table, is intense, as is the satisfaction of knowing that yes, having taken time away to write, in fact, I do actually love to write. I am happy, reassured and at peace, pleased with the urgency which announced itself rather unexpectedly, and would not leave me in peace until I honoured it. Like everyone else, I just need refreshment, a change of scene.
I know why JKR wrote in a café every day. There is lots to see, but no distractions of the domestic sort, that always call away our attention. There is constant novelty, in the sights and sounds of other people, and cups of tea made and set down, like a gentle instruction to take care of oneself. Time away is not a waste of time.
Please share:
Diane
October 24, 2014 @ 9:20 am
How lovely – I was there with you – I could smell the polish and hear the gentle sound of pen on paper. How we do miss it when the writing goes on leave for a while and the relief when it comes back is so wonderful. Glad you found your gift again (it was never lost was it – just around the corner waiting until you were refreshed) and what a super man you have there. Lovely post Fran
Fran Macilvey
October 24, 2014 @ 9:39 am
Dear Diane – Thank you! ♥ You are so right. I am learning to see the blessings in everything that happens, and new blessings come to me all the time. I see this more clearly every day 😀 xxxxxxx
Maggie Wilson
October 24, 2014 @ 11:13 am
“Time away is not a waste of time” that is something that needs underscoring and bold font. It is so true, yet we have a difficult time allowing it. Lovely post.
Fran Macilvey
October 24, 2014 @ 4:08 pm
Thanks, Maggie! xxx 😀
Elouise
October 24, 2014 @ 3:56 pm
Thanks for these wise words. They give me lots to think about as I move ahead with my writing. I’m most grateful!
Elouise
Fran Macilvey
October 24, 2014 @ 4:08 pm
Thank you most kindly, Elouise! xxx 🙂
Clare Flourish
October 24, 2014 @ 4:13 pm
I love that Bass Rock photo. It is an eldritch thing, and the lighthouse clinging to the side not the top of it-
Make it bigger, please. I know this blog is a Writing blog, I know the pictures are in words, but if you produce a photo as lovely as that, flaunt it.
Fran Macilvey
October 24, 2014 @ 4:19 pm
Oh, how I wish it were my photo – you flatter me most charmingly, my dear. This is a photo from Wikimedia Commons, where one can find most anything. I love having a trawl….. xxxxx 🙂