Writer’s Retreat

Sydney Sketch 25.2.2016.adjusted

Why is it that ambition always exceeds the reality of what can be achieved? My writing holiday is now a fast-fading memory, and I’m left wondering how I could have imagined I would have got  so much done (see my last post).

I’d hoped to get my latest novel to the first draft stage, but in the end, I didn’t get near. I’d hoped to write some short stories and some poems. I didn’t manage a single short story. I did knock out a couple of poems (coming soon, possibly). I had six days on my own, and I’d expected to get so much more done. But I realised early on I was expecting too much. The thing is, I was on holiday, in New South Wales, with miles of beautiful, often deserted beaches and vast tracts of rainforest and national parks all around me. In reality, I was never going to spend all day every day sitting down writing in what turned out to be rDubai Airport Coffeeather dismal holiday apartments. I managed to get up early every morning (though I also went to bed early every night). I went out and about, saw places, went on long walks through bush-land and  forests, and along beaches; ran first thing most mornings, swam in the sea most days, went to the cinema, drank some damn fine coffee in some great cafes (forget BBQ’s – Australia is quite possibly the coffee capital of the world). And whilst I may not have got my first draft finished, I did make a lot of progress. I’d hoped to do some drawing too, but I only managed a couple of sketches, and then not until I’d got back to Sydney. Sometimes you just have to accept that things aren’t going to go the way you’d planned, and make a compromise. I did get a lot of writing done. But I also had a fabulous holiday, in a wonderful place.  I fell in love once more with the beautiful landscapes, the incredible flora and fauna, the warmth, the light and the sunshine. And I met some great people too. Time now to hunker down and struggle through what remains of this cold grey winter, to use what time I can find to finish the novel. But I’m dreaming of a land far away…

Bongil NP 17.2.2016

 

 

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About literarylad

Graham Wright is an author whose first novel, Single Point Perspective, is set in and around the city of Manchester, where he lived and worked for more than fifteen years. It's a dramatic piece of literary fiction that is easy to read, imaginative, serious and thoughtful, but with a sense of humour. Graham now lives in South Wales, and is busy writing his second novel.
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