This is what starts happening as soon as you get to the last 20% of the book you’re writing…
People always say that the purpose of travel is to stretch one’s horizons. I think after our most recent vacation I finally understand what that means.
Through the highest highs and the lowest lows we’ve expanded our capacity for both the easy and the difficult things in life.
If nothing else, it wasn’t boring — and as much as we despised those lows, they brought us closer together as a family.
So I guess we have no choice. We have to call the trip a success.
We drove out to Bird Rock Coffee Roasters today, 2012 micro roaster of the year. It’s definitely the best coffee I’ve had on the trip so far. Really great place.
Some photos from the Star Wars exhibit at Legoland California. So awesome.
I’m currently traveling in the US, and doing a bit of a coffee tour while I’m at it. Latest stop: Elixir Espresso Bar in downtown San Diego. Great vibe, and I had a nice chat with the Bulgarian owner.
The coffee is good, but they use a very dark roast, which I’m just not that into any more. At least the place didn’t look like a Starbucks (like most coffee shops do here…) and the owner is genuinely passionate about his craft. That’s great to see.
This is where I currently am with my book. Caught in the sheer undiluted slog of Part 3, where every sentence feels difficult, forced, and wrong. I can only hope I get through to some easier ground soon…
You can’t create without waste and mess and sheer undiluted slog. You can’t create without pain. It’s all part of the process, it’s in the nature of things. So in the end every major disaster, every tiny error, every wrong turning, every fragment of discarded clay, all the blood, sweat, and tears – everything has meaning. I give it meaning. I reuse, reshape, recast all that goes wrong so that in the end nothing is wasted and nothing is without significance and nothing ceases to be precious to me.
‘Fireproof’ by The National
Really digging this album.