Thought I would start this morning off with a quote from a book I just finished reading. The book is “The Ocean at the End of the Lane” by Neil Gaiman. Great read! It was short and such a lovely written adult fairy tale. To be honest, I think anyone over the age of 12 or 13 could read it.
There is a quote in it that gave me pause.
“Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.”
Isn’t that sad? Responsibilities force (most) adults to stay within the boundaries of what is considered ‘appropriate adult behavior’. How boring. Wouldn’t it be nice to use a hidden path every now and again and remember what it was like to explore just because?
That is how I feel about writing. When I write, I can go anywhere, do anything, be silly (-er than usual) and explore. It’s a vacation on paper (or a screen) and I find and explore the brambly hidden pathways and knobby dirt roads that bump along endlessly. Everyone has a hidden path they need to follow every now and then. Get out of your comfort zone and off your official asphalt path of responsibility and boredom for a little while. You might find a whole new road you never knew existed and a whole new hobby that makes you feel excited again.