My writing lately has been for shit. I haven’t been able to concentrate and I’ve been exceptionally tired. Sure, that’s real. But it’s become an excuse.
So yesterday, I took a writing class on Zoom for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect and truthfully didn’t have high hopes, but it turned out to be really wonderful. The teacher – based in Spain – led a series of writing prompts and a good discussion of various aspects of story structure. I found myself entranced with the accents of people from various parts of Europe and Africa; I found myself curious about the places where they sat, noticing plants and books.
I was surprised to see how the class reminded me of the world. How it gave me a glimpse of the places I miss being in, the spaces of travel and discovery, the smiles of strangers who live differently than I do but are still so similar to me.
There is a lot that I can’t do right now; at the top of that list is travel. But I can still grow. I can still learn. I can still just go for a drive, take my notebook and a pen, find somewhere to pull off and watch the world. I can still find my words, in a class or on my own, and write.
Here’s hoping I can remember that the next time I start to question myself (which – let’s be honest – will be any minute now). Ah, life.
The Wandering Introvert 
have mask and hand sanitizer…will travel. 😉
Ah, if only it was that simple! 🙂
well, it pretty much is that easy but it does depend on where you live. i would still not feel safe in a plane, bus, train or cruise ship so the options are limited, but i still get out and about.
I’m just so eager for everyone to stop moving around for a while, wearing our masks whenever we need to, so that we can get through this and travel to far-flung places again!
i understand. it could be a long time before we can do that type of traveling so in the mean time, i do local outings which i can be in more control of my safety and health.