Every now and then I sit at my keyboard, my mind rolling around the story, trying to find the right words to bring it to life. Half of my words aren’t quite right, and the other half are completely wrong. Those days I’m not writing anything worth reading.
This week has been one of those times. Having my kids home changes my focus and concentration. I’m no longer having hours of uninterrupted time to write. I’m spending time with my kids, as I should be.
So today I went out to do something worth writing. I took my daughters on a train to Antwerp, for a visit to the zoo and the aquarium. We looked at the graffiti along the train route, which is shockingly impressive considering they are using spray paint. We wandered through, enjoying the embarrassment of my twelve year old as she witnessed mating day in the reptile house. We cruised through to the constant chant of “Just keep swimming” as we saw multiple Dory fish.
It was a peaceful, relaxing, and pleasant day.
I’m not sure it was technically something worth writing about, but it was the kind of day that makes it possible to return to the keyboard, refreshed, and ready to tell a story again.