“Well I’m changing all my strings, I’m gonna write another travelin’ song. About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn. I guess the best that I can do now is pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong. And dream about a train that’s gonna take me back where I belong.” – Bright Eyes
For the last three months I have measured fuel dips, dodged venomous snakes and spoken with an Aussie slur; but, due to the remoteness of my employment in Nundroo, South Australia, these experiences never made an appearance online.
Oh, the stories I could have told!
About the 20 whales I witnessed joyously from the Head of the Bight; the distinctive, salty taste of a fresh oyster sliding down my throat; or, the 400-member motorcycle gang that crashed our tiny petrol station.
For one thing I make no apologies: without the internet, I actually wrote more. My words never appeared on a blog post, but rather – finally – filled up the remaining pages in a notebook titled “My Novel.”
So this post is both a reintroduction, and a confession: I’ve been away too long.
It’s a promise: I will no longer let technology keep me from tale-spinning and travel stories.
And, it’s a challenge: I’m finishing the book. With 90 days of disciplined work behind me, I’m using November – National Novel Writing Month – as the last motivation. I’m rounding up clauses and settling down characters. While three months without modern communication felt like a year, six years of tentative memoir writing becomes an eternity.
No more excuses…
Have loved all your writings, the places you have taken us and all the best for your book
Thanks, Patsy, for being a part of the journey!
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