Don’t you just love the feeling of sand between your toes? The subtle, or sometimes not so subtle, spray of salty ocean on your sunburn cheeks? Time to take a break from the hustle bustle of LA and take a drive up PCH. Destination: Malibu. Specifically, El Matador State Beach. After all it is summer right? All too often summer breezes by us, and leaves us with the embarrassing fact that we, Socal Natives, failed to make at least one trip to the beach this summer.
El Matador State Beach 8/4/2013
Yesterday, I fulfilled my summer prophecy and made that one trip. An afternoon of pure sunshine, strolling along the shore, crawling through sea caves, and and a few kisses atop a boulder over the ocean later I realized that my one trip per summer is not enough. This realization brought me back to one of my favorite quotes of all time, “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” – Oscar Wilde. Eureka! This right here is where I have room to grow, the place I need to address in order to break through my “writers rut.” I have been existing for too, too long my friends. How can I write about life, when I don’t live it?
I give myself two challenges:
1. Start going places to write. Perhaps my apartment walls have helped shun out my inspiration, aspiration, and that live, eat and breath writing mentality.
2. Reinvent, revamp my writer’s corner. I have to admit it’s looking rather dull lately. I’ve been moved into my new place for over a month, and have yet to pamper my walls with any art work, anything that screams me. I ask myself what would Hemingway? Nancy Meyers? James L. Brooks? Oscar Wilde?
Writer Corner 8/5/2013. Remodel Effective Immediately!
Writer Girl wonders today… where do you go to write? Or if you’ve built your sacred space what trinkets and decorations make it yours? Feel free to post pics or offer up any suggestions!