Becoming an avid traveler, going places I once only dreamed of, and doing it alone, has taught me many valuable things about myself but one stands out larger than all the others: I do best as a creature of habit. I am all out-of-sorts and finding it difficult to get back into a writing routine. What to do? Oh! what to do?
Well, two new excursions are booked. Oh bother! This is one lesson not learned very well but the excitement of driving 1000 miles one way to see my daughter in Boston (Scituate MA) is, well, all worth it. So I wait diligently for autumn colors and the wind in my hair!
As for writing, perhaps a few days will warrant something of value. If not, I am cool with that just as long as the view before me keeps on changing. Next up, U2 in Indianapolis.