Mama Mia

My buddy Dave

For the last two weeks I have either been preparing for, actually in, or recovering from, a ten day trip to Italy. The entire adventure has been beyond awesome. From the overseas flights, to and from Italy, to the utter pleasure of the beautiful countryside and cities, plus the intense madness of Italian roads, it’s been great. But it’s over, we’re home, recovering from the time change and getting things back to normal. I never thought a bowl of Cheerios just before bed, after being up nineteen hours, and crossing six time zones, could taste so good.

 

I haven’t touched my novel, read any writing blogs or even thought about the written word for fourteen days. Though I thought I’d take trip-notes, I did not; too tired and wound, from site seeing and eating. Barely even thought of my column either. As wonderful as this vacation from the everyday has been for my body, the much needed break from writing has been a godsend.

But now, with renewed effort I’m anxious to finish my novel and to plunge again into what we called in the sixties, “the groove”.

I am astounded by how wonderful it is to get back to that which I was so anxious to leave. The world is a wondrous place but home is truly where my heart belongs.

When was the last time you got to take a break?