This week’s writing activity was: waiting.
Waiting for the printer to send me the first proof copy of my poetry book, There was a Time. I should have been working on my marking plan, media kit, and so on. But, I’m a little creatively tired at the moment so decided to take the long weekend off and just —
On Saturday Heather and I walked to Starbucks for a treat hot drink and walked over the foot bridge of the nearby creek. The rains had filled it and this is what it looked like from the bridge:
Normally there is just a trickle of water down the middle, but after a rain it does this. This picture was taken from a bridge about 40 feet above and the water is about 40 or 50 feet across. It’s an impressive sight but far from flood stage.
On Sunday it was off to the opera to see a production of Moby Dick. Yup, there is now an operatic version of the novel. It sounds weird, but the set design was stunning, the story told very close to the book, and the music appropriate to Melville’s story. If this ever comes to your town, go see it.
Monday it was as John Masefield say in his poem, Sea Fever, time to “… go down to the seas again.” So Heather and I drove over to Santa Cruz for a walk along Cliff Drive. You couldn’t have asked for a better day to take in the sun and sea.
These little outings may seem like I’m not working, but I find that this kind of thing is important to recharge my creative batteries.
and an idea for a new poetry collection came to mind while I was driving to the sea.
Next update, next week. If you need me – check the beach.