Currently, running away might be exactly what I could be accused of doing. I am at our small beach house where I have been most of this month. I have been coming here every year for the past 4 summers, during the month of June, in order to write and recharge.
Some years have been more successful than others in the area of writing, but usually I have been able to rest well, even if I have not been able to write well while here. This year, oddly, I have not been able to rest quite as well. One factor has been the weather. We have had storms rolling in at night and these tempests have managed to intrude on my rest in two ways. The first way is the most obvious: if I am sleeping, and if the storm is close enough, it wakes me. The second way is both more appealing and less preferable at the same time: the storm comes before I am asleep and so I open the blinds or go out onto the porch and become a spectator. The thrill of watching a good storm, frankly, makes it difficult to settle down enough to later go to sleep. I simply don’t want to sleep afterwards.
However, for me to blame my inability to rest completely on these acts of God is not the whole story. Continue reading “Running Away”