Sometimes, amidst the clutter of my family life, TV, the internet, emails and texts, I struggle to find the head space in which to write.
On holiday I like to disconnect from technology and the outside world and exist in a bubble of my family, reading and writing.
I refuse to have a laptop and don’t even watch TV or buy a newspaper, and whilst my husband is snoozing in the son, and the boys play in the pool, I scribble away in my notepad. I’m sure my fellow holiday-makers think I’m a complete loon.
Fortunately my family are used to me and don’t bat an eyelid when I whip out my notebook while they are watching a game of football in a bar. In my mind it frees us all up to do what we want to but who else goes on holiday with the aim of being more productive then they are at home.
Perhaps I need to invest in an apartment in sun kissed climes where I could take my family every holiday (I wish). Imagine my output over a six week summer holiday – I can but dream.
For now I’ll just settle for the crazy lady who scribbles in her notebook while lounging on a sunbed or ignoring the football.
My only problem really is on my return, trying to decipher the handwriting smeared by suntan lotion or the after effects of too many glasses of vino!