.......am I still a writer?
I have been travelling around a lot lately visiting schools which is fun and challenging. I love it but it does take a lot of energy, which could otherwise be channelled into writing, Although sometimes I think there are stories out there, happening all the time, and perhaps they are the food a writer's mind needs. Chance encounters, and observations.
They are playful despite their size, behaving much like little children.
Yesterday the chap who owns them was trying to build a fence. He had just put in the first post when they came up behind him, obviously curious to see what he was doing. They started sniffing at the post and rubbing against it when he had turned to the next one. He heard them and turned around. Immediately all three looked away, as if they had had been caught out, and they looked as if they were trying to pretend they had not been interested in the post at all.
He went back to work, and working incredibly fast put in the tall fence posts in a row and then returned to them one by one to hit them deeper into the ground with a large mallet.
But as he worked from one end to the other in the small field these playfull creatures headed again towards the first of the posts that had not as yet been hammered into the ground. When he was not looking (and you can almost sense that they checked to make sure,) they started to rub their noses against the post, then lean on it until it began to move and eventually was sitting at an angle.
At this point the chap returned, having seen what they are up to and shooed them away. Off they trotted like small errant children and as soon as he started repairing the damage, they began again on one of the posts at the other end of the field.
Eventually he saw what they were up to and came back to shoo them off again and one of them, the deep brown one, began to studiously examine a a bale of wire, as if trying to persuade the chap that it had not
been pushing at the post at all (' It wasn't me! Honest!')
There are truly stories everywhere.
So when I am travelling and not having time or energy left to write, I am looking, imagining and enjoying observing the world away from my desk. So perhaps when I am not writing - I am still writing in my head.