One thing that taking 6 and then 3 weeks off from the dayjob, and spending it roaming various non-Australian continents without a computer, was that I took an honest, proper, thorough holiday. No dayjob, no writing, nothing but hanging with interesting people, traipsing around places I've always wanted to see, and reading. (Okay, okay, there was some writing, but it was mostly by way of jotted notes. I think we all know this much at least was inevitable.)
I must be rested, because not only have I been hitting my daily target on the novel lately, I've even had the mad, temptingly irresistible idea of writing an iPhone app. There are plenty of things I need to do first with all the time I don't have, and I have never written a single line of the code that iPhone apps are built on, and yet…
Clearly I'm too rested! But a couple of weeks back at the dayjob ought to take care of that.
The swans of Lucerne treated us to a fine display of not caring about us.
Narelle Harris has a post up today about connectivity, and the impact that has on our attention spans, and it's something I've been contemplating a lot lately, care of the trip. In Europe and the US I had no data, so couldn't check twitter or any of the blogosphere as often as I'd grown accustomed to; and while I missed the chattiness of it all, I loved the way that my mind stopped feeling frazzled and dazzled, and started to sink back into a slower pace of observation. My work is more efficient now than it has been for a long time.
Perhaps I need to schedule some techno-holidays into my weekly routine? (Ssh! Don't tell twitter!)
The Dying Lion of Lucerne is simultaneously restful and heartbreaking.
