Believe it or not, I’ve had enough of my ‘vacation’.
Insane? Not really.
Vacation suggests a general slowing of things: long, languid days on the beach, hot nights sweating out martinis on a crowded dancefloor, lie-ins, late nights and savouring all the foods you’d usually deny yourself, so what’s the problem? Well, I don’t want my writing life to slow down! Right now I’m longing to speed everything up writing-wise. When I’m writing in London, I don’t feel like I’m at work. And now that I’m here this doesn’t feel like a break. I enjoyed myself so much this first semester in the UK that this (temporary) relocation to the Caribbean, place of eight people sharing a sluggish internet modem (usually talking all at once) and a fairly demanding day job (where I sometimes listen to the air conditioner hum) feels like some sort of …. exile. My writing has slowed down as I work overtime to find a room of my own – and the time to write. I’m probably going to return a little earlier than I planned if I can ….