And, do you truly ever have any time ‘off’?
Of course, in our minds, this time off has any one of a large number of different descriptions, like Annual Leave, Vacation, Holiday, Leave.
We want to believe this is a time when we can rest and relax.
Can we do this at home?
Can we do this when we are away?
It depends on where ‘away’ is.
A holiday shack, or cabin? Chances are it is deep in the woods, or on the shore of a lake, or river, or beside the sea somewhere in another state, or just far enough away that home is no longer home.
Except, you have all the comforts of home? Then it really isn’t a holiday as such, just a decamping to another location.
So, do we go for the ‘real’ holiday, out of the country and far away, far enough away that we might not be reminded of our usual life?
Maybe that will do the trick.
If we don’t deliberately take our cell phones, just in case the boss calls, or there is a problem. And that’s the point, some of us cannot find a cutoff point.
Those long days at the office, the decisions, the deadlines, the endless pressure of having to achieve the impossible are supposed to all melt away when you walk out the door.
Does it? Can it? Will it?
Let’s just say you have made the effort, you’ve switched off, and that pesky phone.
As anyone will tell you, it’s often wise to travel the next day if at all possible, because you need some time to decompress before tackling what sometimes can be an arduous getting to the final destination, especially if it is at a peak holiday period, or on planes where anything and everything can go wrong very quickly.
Been there done that.
But, this time, we traveled the next day, nothing went wrong, and all is fine.
As a writer and having spent the last few months finishing off my last novel, I was looking forward to some downtime. The editor has the final draft, and I’m happy.
Then, as it always does, the best-laid plans of mice and men …
It all comes unstuck.
Inspiration often comes out of left field; something happens, a piece in a newspaper, an item on TV, or just lying down staring at the ceiling, when ‘bang’ it hits you.
The start of a story, a theme that you can run with.
I’ve been away for four days now and written seven chapters and the words will not stop.
If only …
Hey, what a great title for the story…
Sorry, got to get back to work!