I have neglected you all.
My writing. My friends. Family. Secret admirers.
You see – in August 2010 I woke up one morning and it was overcast and grey. Mild but dull nonetheless. Work was fine, I had not long received a promotion. But with promotion comes responsibility. And I needed a break. So I packed up my car, turned off my laptop, put the Blackberry in a drawer and drove from my driveway to the south of France.
And I haven’t looked back. I walked on isolated beaches of which no Trip Advisor review could ever exist. I precariously parked my car on sand dunes. I ate fresh bread and cheese as a staple. Cheap wine by the bottle. And I felt super for it.
And though I wanted to share this with everyone six months ago – I have reflected that this personal adventure was pure, indescribable fun. I could not tell you how as words fail me. But having no objectives for any given day, no destination – it was truly liberating – and I am not one to take notice of such concepts generally.
I had been working tirelessly on a new anthology of sorts and was keen to release it. This has been all but done for a while – but what is the rush? But still I must apologise. For those of you who have emailed: Thank you for your often inquisitive words. For those that didn’t but wondered where on earth I was – I’m sorry, I was busy doing absolutely nothing other than living.
I will continue to write – I feel a novel coming on. But that feeling usually goes away when I make time to write it. I have started shooting photos again – going back to my teenage published roots. Though I am refusing to apply pressure to myself on achieving every perfect angle these days. And the poetry will come. Some through an anthology and I have no doubt that in time I will put fresh verse onto this blog.
And what of the future? I am heading eastwards. Destination unknown.
