I spent the past week exploring the UK with an old friend. Lots of beautiful places, inspirational art, sunshine, good conversation and food. After my friend left yesterday, I was itching to get back to my writing, and to pour all that inspiration into Project Demo. But instead I spent the day cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, and catching up on billions of emails. That evening I had a big rehearsal for my community orchestra, the last full rehearsal before our concert Saturday (7:30 in the Victoria Rooms, if anyone happens to be in the Bristol area!).
I dreaded going to the rehearsal. I hadn't practiced in a week, I was dead tired, and there was so much more to do at home. But, as so often happens for me when it comes to orchestra, I was blown away when we actually got into the music. It was the first rehearsal with the full orchestra, including percussion, harp, and keyboard. We were in the midst of Mars, the first movement of Holst's Planets, and the room was vibrating with this incredible ocean of sound.
So often I get overwhelmed by the number of emails I need to answer, or the number of words I'm behind in Project Demo, that I don't take the time to relish the beauty around me. After all, that's what fuels my writing. Is it too formulaic to institute for myself a required regular inspiration? Perhaps. But I do think I need to get outside more often.
Do you regularly seek out inspiration in your writing life?
Next week I'll be back to my regular blogging schedule, Monday, Wednesday, Friday. I've missed you all!
*The pictures are all my own. In order: The river Avon in Bath, the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey in Glastonbury, and the Tate Modern in London.*