"A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing or thinking about writing."--Eugene Ionesco
Leading up to leaving for Myrtle Beach a few days ago, I tried to get all of my work done so I wouldn't have anything to do while on vacation. I succeeded for the most part. And even though I finished my current submission for grad school, I could feel words building within me today as I walked down the beach. It was beautiful and amazing and so calm. The only sounds were the gulls and the waves lapping at the shore and even with all of that white noise surrounding me, my brain was so loud. Not with worries or mindless prattle, but rather lines for stories and poems. I suppose Eugene Ionesco was right. I guess a writer never really has a vacation. And I know that even when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing. I guess that just makes me a writer. It's so easy sometimes to get caught up in all of the stress and deadlines that go along with writing. But then there are days when the words are just there, when the story is so deep that it might as well be 20,000 leagues beneath the sea. And I understand why people talk about the mystery and vastness of the ocean sometimes. Looking at the tumbling topaz waves makes me believe in the possibility of life, in the possibility of things that seem impossible in the world. And I guess that's what I'm trying to find in myself and in my writing. So for right now, I guess I'll just enjoy these azure ocean waves, the sound of words in my head, and the feeling that comes with filling a blank page, that feeling that comes with writing.
xoxo
K.K.