Saturday, 26 October 2013

Home is where the art is - or maybe it isn't

I've just come back from an overseas holiday.

Mind you, thanks to the wonders of technology, any followers here at Dag-lit Central (come out of hiding, I'm sure you're out there somewhere) might not even have known I was away. I'm a pretty private person and I didn't particularly want to broadcast my away-ness, so I kept the posts popping up. Apologies if that seems a bit sneaky.

Anyway, the holiday was really fun. Got to visit a bunch of places I haven't been to in over 20 years, with my family in tow. And got to spend time with my overseas family, most of whom I haven't seen for over 20 years. It was a really great experience for everyone.

And now I'm home. Amazing how quickly it went. One minute, overseas and having the time of my life. The next, back home and trying to settle back to real life again

I needed the break. With all the writing and working I've buried myself under this year, I was pretty close to hitting the proverbial wall. One of the nicest parts about the trip was switching off from all of that and just enjoying each day as it came. But now I'm back, it's definitely switch on time again. And that isn't quite so easy.

So it's back to work and back to writing. At least one of them. With work, I don't really have a choice. There's only so much leave I can take in a year and I've pretty much taken it. That just leaves the writing. Unfortunately, I haven't managed to get that started again as yet. Not for lack of trying. I've sat at the computer with the word processor on, but the brain just isn't coming to the party. At least not yet. Hopefully I'll be able to pull myself over that bump in the road shortly and get back into it.

You know what they say - home is where the heart is. But at the moment, it's definitely not where the art is.

Have a good week. 


  1. I’ve never been one for holidays. Not going-away-holidays. My dad didn’t believe in them and the whole notion of buggering off to someplace foreign still feels very alien to me. I’ve hardly been on any in my whole life. I have taken time off work but we always stayed at home and increasingly I worked through them anyway on projects I didn’t have time for during my normal working week. Hence the breakdown when it came. But even when I’d worked all through my holiday there was still the going back. At home you can work at your own pace but at work-work other people tell you what to do and when. A part of me misses getting up and going out to a day job. But I don’t think I’ve actually had a day off since I stopped work. I’m not good at doing nothing. I work to relax. Okay I work at a more relaxed pace than I used to but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The whole point to life to me is to be productive. Being creative is best but we do what we can when we can. Anyway, glad to see you back. Never missed you. Didn’t even notice you were gone. Too busy doing other stuff.

    1. Hi Jim,

      Glad to hear you didn't miss me. I guess that makes it you and the rest of the world as well.