Do you ever get restless? Just restless, precipitated by nothing in particular? And, if so, what do you do about it?
It could be that I’m restless…Could be that I look forward to shaking myself up at some point. You know I’ve been living on a writing grant, which is wonderful, but the thing about writing grants is that to draw the money out as long as possible, you gotta live, well, like a starving artist or something.
I don’t like that term, “starving artist.” Sounds like I’m being pretentious and martyred at the same time. I’m not; it’s just a phrase and by using it most will understand what I’m getting at: I’m living on a strict budget to further a creative goal.
This is fine, but I’m restless. Since my trip to Italy one year ago — who loves Italy? raise your hands! — I’ve led a quiet life. A year of writing mixed with procrastination, a few highs, a few lows, but mostly even keel despite how it may seem to my readers. (I deposit my more dramatic moments on this blog because, let’s face it, they’re more fun to write!)
Here are photos from Italy since I’m thinking about that trip and future trips. Restlessness, be gone!
In Florence, gotta get your touristy cathedral and statuary shots in…
Il Duomo in the background
These are the kind of photos I snap for potential writing fodder…people, details, unusual stuff, typical stuff…
At Italy’s oldest wine festival
A shrine to the Virgin in an olive grove
Daily life within ancient buildings
Last but definitely not least, the highlight of the three-week trip: One week in a rental castle(!) at the invitation of a fellow writer for her big 5-0. Fun! (And thanks once again to Stacy and Ron!)
Castello di Magona.
Check it out here.
Hostess with the mostest,
talented musician as well as writer.
