Sensory Pleasures

Firstly, some music to set the tone, or at least give you an aural representation of how my mood is right now.  It’s all a bit dreamy but I blame that on the heat and also because we all live in The Matrix and so forth. That and my lack of blogging of late, which has been fairly traumatic in terms of pining away and such things that one tends to do when away from the thing that has consumed many hours of your life, building up.

Before I took my mini break I made a round of many fine blogs that had been updated recently, it is really hard to keep up with everybody as you guys all know.  Nevertheless armed with some great music playing in the background and a ridiculous amount of heat, as well as that glorious cut grass smell that always reminds of Summers long past, I spent a good three hours thoroughly engrossed in some exceptional writing and being rather happy knowing it.

It’s easy to say that people write really well but with a combination of brilliant writers bringing through such images and memories and feelings etc, it really was a fantastic jaunt and I don’t mind admitting I was a bit envious of some of the writing that goes on around me, although it does spur me on to beat what I consider to be my best words.  The mixture of music, ideas and sentences was a bit exhilarating and made me want to write like some sort of excitable antelope…who can also write and has a lot to say, most probably (if I am forced to speculate) that an anagram of antelope is ‘toe plate’ amongst other things.

One good thing about being away though, apart from taking the pressure off of my posts for a little while and getting to read and watch lots of decent stuff, has made me feel more focused and given me a sense of direction for what I want to do when writing.  I will admit that I didn’t actually do much in the way of composing my words, apart from random ideas that is.  I ended up creating even more unfinished drafts and completed only one full post, other than this one.  In terms of actual words it was a bit of a failure but on the bright side, it did allow me to read a decisive amount of a particularly layered and weighty history book so that balances it all out.

Suffice to say, I missed you all – naturally –  and have come back all refreshed with lots of ideas and some hearty inspiration taken from just about everywhere, including my own shoes, which I examined minutely on a bus because they (along with the rest of me) were it was stuck in traffic.  I love a bit of jaunt, me.