Life seems mundane. You get up, brush your teeth, make
coffee, drink coffee (a few cups to get started) and generally get ready for
work. After work, you run errands, make dinner, if you have kiddies take care
of their needs and the day is over. You go to bed, get up, and start all over
again. It's hard work.
What does one do to relieve stress, and provide a form of
necessary escape, albeit it for a brief span of time? I read and write, that is
my escape.
I've raised my kiddies, delight in my grandchildren, and my
work is now writing full time, but after I'm done with work, time is
essentially my own. I write romance
stories, that is my love, escape, and obsession if you will.
Writing allows me to escape the everyday sameness. I can
kill off characters I don't like. I can fall in love with the perfect hero;
he's my creation, therefore he's perfect for me.
I feel a sense of accomplishment when I've finished a story.
A sense of apprehension when I start, and a sense of terror when mid-stream,
there is nowhere to go and the voices are silent, and finally a sense of dread
that I'm on the wrong track. I write-by
the seat of my pants-I think-that is the correct cliché. I get an idea and run
with it and see where it takes me.
That to me is the perfect adventure-I don't know where my
characters will wind up. It's a surprise. I like that, and it works for me.
I don't quite get the same sense of nirvana when I read, but
it's a very, very close second. I escape to another world, and sometimes another
period in time, and I look forward to the happy ending.
I'm reasonably well read, but at this stage in my life I
look to romance, mystery and humor for my escape; it is the perfect get away.
There is a reason romance writing is a multi-billion dollar industry. I'm not
alone.
Along with writing and reading, travel is very close to my
heart. It enriches the soul, and as Mark Twain put it so succinctly. “Travel is
fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness...”
I have included a few pictures from Bath, England, one of my
favorite places, and because A Hotel in
Bath is a finalist for the RONE award. Shameless self promotion, but Bath
really is magnificent.
Cheers,
Margot
Justes
Blood Art
A Fire Within
A Hotel in Paris
A Hotel in Bath
www.mjustes.com
No comments:
Post a Comment