Last week’s big victory: I lobbed a scrunched up piece of paper at the recycle bin and got it in. I almost danced around in circles waving my hands in the air, like a kid who’d scored a soccer goal. Five months away from my desk has put my aim off. In fact I’m having to brush up on a lot of things.
Back in April, I felt Australian again after only a few weeks on those sunny shores. Now I’m waiting for my Canadian brain to reassert itself. In the meantime colour me mildly confused.
When I’m crossing the street is it look right first or look left? Until my local habits are restored, look both ways, really fast. At least twice.
What about my writing? Will my skill with the written word improve, or even recover to my pre-trip level? I sent a piece out to my critique group shortly after my return. When I read it again later, waves of horror washed over me. Fortunately my critique partners are kind-hearted people and I haven’t been banished.
The only way out of this sloppy writing rut is practice and lots of it. I don’t know whether ‘write every day’ is the best routine or not. Cal Newport thinks it’s bad advice and I understand that point of view. But I’ve had a lot of days off. It’s time to climb back on the horse and learn to trot again. Where is your writing at and what have you done to sharpen it? Do you have any hints for someone who has written little more than a travel journal for six months?
Photo from Wikimedia Commons: SVG of a trash bin for my Wikipedia userpage by RyGuy