Nothing like a walk to get everything in perspective…
It’s Saturday so that means it’s blog time and I have promised myself to keep this up whether tis a small offering to nibble on, or a full on main course…
This week everything seemed to catch up with me; I stopped, looked around and BAM: I got hit by what had been building for weeks. I had, up until this point, been making fabulous progress since my spinal surgery and then my back decided to bite back. The cause? According to my wonderful physiotherapist lady, I shouldn’t have tried to go back to work full time from day one; I should be gradually building up. Of course, I didn’t mention that I’m also a writer and when I’m not teaching, I’m usually either drafting, editing or learning how to promote my new children’s book:
Well, it resulted in an enforced rest in which to begin with I just felt more stressed and anxious (about not being at work) but which now has finally resulted in me taking stock and realising that somewhere along the line I have to make time for joy.
Walking to my local town today, I had time to think. It was probably the most chilled I’ve been all week. I used this Saturday stroll to ponder on what had been making me anxious and then I decided: to let it go… Up past the clouds and beyond. Where I’ve been going wrong is living in the anxious moment instead of letting it fly. I seem to have lost the ability to ditch work worries; anxieties about selling the book and concerns for the future. I made a promise to myself to don an oily coat (in a Size 8 please) from now on and let the pressures of life drip off it – they may rest there for an instant, only to be dealt with and then no more. I’ll let you know how I get on…
Meanwhile – I’m loving this walking thing so tomorrow I will take these feet to my local country park and see what else I can learn! Who knows, I may make a final decision on how I want my second novel: ‘Demon Match’ to be resolved… Which leads me to an idea for next Saturday’s blog. Being a children’s writer (at present), I feel compelled to offer happy endings but I have always personally enjoyed a dark cliff hanger when it comes to ghost stories and paranormal fiction. This week at school: I’m going to ask the kids I teach what they prefer and muse on this in my next instalment.
What’s your favourite type of ending?
