I did something stupid last night!
The issue that lead me to venture into my past and dig up a frightening truth was to find something worth writing about. My motive was to write an inspiring maybe even amusing piece. The bright idea of finding inspiration in my travel diaries so that you, my dear reader might share in some of my younger adventures left me a little flat.
MY TRAVEL LIFE EXPOSED
Flipping through the diaries covered in layers of dust and reeking of mould was bad enough. Yet what I discovered was, my writing sucked.
The pages told the story, exerts of a backpackers life on a shoe string budget. I lived and worked whilst travelling overseas, making my base in London. When I finished reading them, I could not help but wish I had put more effort into each entry. In most cases I sounded like a sarcastic, self-centered, cocktail sipping, twenty-something know it all (as above).
I felt frustrated thinking of the places I have seen, a golden opportunity to practice my descriptive writing and journaling, whilst abroad. When would I ever get the chance to visit Cairo in my life time again? My strongest memory was finally visiting the pyramids at Giza, sitting at the edge of that sprawling city I remember I felt so humbled with life and all its history.
Most of what I had written was utter rubbish, humourous in some parts, but simply not engaging at all. I guess that was not my intention at the time, my dreams of becoming a writer only surfaced after my travels. I imagined what the older, much wiser me would see, walking through the streets of Cairo, hearing the prayer chants and soaking that unique way of life into my pen.
But! Boy what a life that girl had, London, Paris and New York a life with no responsibilities other than worrying about how I could afford my next big trip or pay off my credit card debt from the last one.
What is it about old age, you discover you still have so much to learn? Yet thinking back I enjoyed writing about my adventures at the time even though I was clueless to the fact my writing was less than average. I do believe it is a journey of learning and maybe the diaries are what brought me to where I am today.
I guess I should have been thankful I started that first diary all those years ago, it has led me to a thought process, to following your dreams. I am working on my picture book Sugar if you wish to join Sugar on her journey and meet some lovable characters like Wilf the work dog please SUBSCRIBE (top right) today. You will receive the June Newsletter (hopefully up tonight). See Wilf rendered as I experiment in medium and ideas for the story board process.
Please share with me how your writing journey began or how your dreams are taking shape. I love reading about your experiences.