How To Spend Your Vacation Writing

I generally do whatever I can to use my free time to write. The very best time is my vacation. Tons of free time and “nothing” else to do. Yes, of course, there’s the usually shopping trip. Meeting friends, book fairs, a few meetings, a little bit of sightseeing, if necessary, but normally I spend my vacation time with my Californian Mom, my sister… you get the point. Places where I can relax and concentrate on my books and stories.

Once again I was lucky enough to have had a home for three weeks, where I had nearly nothing to do than to shop, type, and write.

I could concentrate on the current book – number seven in the series, where I got stuck while being at home. No matter what I tried, I just couldn’t get forward with the story. I had an idea and it didn’t work. I wanted to write about a conversation between two characters and it didn’t make sense, not even to me.

As soon as I was gone, decently relaxed and had peace and silence around me (two dogs, four cats, a handful of birds and a guinea pig, my pen touched the paper and wrote.

I mentioned this before, and it once again proved right with me: I cannot write a good story (or part of it) when I’m stressed out or unhappy. Hemingway wrote his best books when he was weeping over his life and/or drunk. Not working with me.

I’m very happy my work made this good progress during this vacation, even more since the first book of the series got its copyright and is currently prepared to be published.

I’m so very excited!

Thank you all who have worked on this with me.

This vacation was successful for me, even though I was “just hanging out”! It’s been calm, quiet, helpful, reducing stress and homey too!

Thanks to my sister and my brother-in-law who hosted me during all this time!! You rock!!

 

A light in the darkness

The blackest place to ever see,

can be found inside of me.

All the darkness, all the rage

are collected there inside a cage.

 **

Pain inflicted to my soul

to heal it is my heartfelt goal.

I want so bad to rid my fears

before I have to drown in tears.

 **

Sometimes I get lost in time

my heart, my thoughts covered in grime.

Still I know I have to fight

to one day soon get back some light.

 **

I don’t see the pleasant things

like butterflies and eagle wings.

I only see a deep black hole;

can’t climb the walls, have no control.

**

I beg for mercy, beg for help

all I can do is weep and yelp.

But support is closer than I guess

a helping hand to flee this mess.

**

A candle light cuts through despair

shows me the way, lit-up the stair’.

And only translucently I see a thing

that looks like the feather of an Angel wing.

 **

I yet have to learn to hold on tight

to the arm that wields the sword to fight.

I must identify and cope

with that one emotion, that’s called “hope”.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2015)

 

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