The wind coming into Ischia today is a herald of the storm tomorrow. And no matter how my travel plans may be affected and/or ruined by tomorrow’s storm: I love the wind today.
I think that the wind is one of my favourite things about being alive. And there’s something in particular about a warm wind on a warm day… It’s excitement and happiness and hopefulness. It makes you want to laugh and spin in circles. It gives you confidence that, no matter what, things will be better than just okay. Because life is precious and beautiful and worthwhile.
If all is well and good I will fly out of Italy tomorrow and, even though I’ve loved it here, I’m excited to be going to Austria. These photos are of Ischia Ponte and Castello Aragonese, each taken from one and looking at the other.
It’s hard to say that my story is done but I think it is. At the very least I think I am done with it. I’m about to go overseas and if, when I return, my full manuscript has not been requested by Hot Key Books then I’m going to send it to Australian publishing companies. I’ve set up my lovely list of who I think would most like it, how to submit to each place, and personal deadlines by which each activity should be done.
And I’ve started writing my new book. I’ve been mulling over the idea of it for ages – almost the whole time I spent editing the last book. It’s going to be really different, it’s going to be fun and I am psyched. I’m not sure how much I’ll write while I’m overseas but I’m sure the ideas/inspiration part of my brain will be working in overload.
While I am away I’m not sure what you should be expecting of this blog… There will definitely be photos, possibly poorly explained maths, and hopefully some words here and there.
Bye for a while, City of Perth.
When I was 6 I dreamed I would be an Olympic athlete. I didn’t believe that anyone could turn 18 years old and not be disappointed if they had never competed in the Olympics. I dreamed of being a rock star and an engineer. I dreamed of doing a PhD and of being married.
I have always dreamed of things I want to do, places I want to go and people I want to be. I’ve achieved some of these dreams and put aside others.
I don’t think dreaming is a problem in itself, and I can’t understand living in any other way, but it does mean that sometimes I get impatient and dissatisfied with the life I’m living now. It’s as if I’m always waiting for my ‘real life’ to start. This is obviously foolish.
This realisation has led me to believe that the originally planned scope of this blog was far too narrow. It was looking forward to the future and celebrating the steps I took to get ‘there’. But it wasn’t celebrating where I am now. Life is an adventure, not a destination and my adventure doesn’t start once I reach a certain peak, I’ve been on it all along.