
Loverly, isn't it?
So this week I’m on holiday. Well, not really a holiday. I’m back in Birmingham, meeting old friends, punishing relatives and picking up Birthday presents. For a whole week I’m away from Belfast, and away from my laptop – which means I’m writing this now on my mother’s machine.
This got me thinking – as a lot of things do – do I take a break from writing as well? Or do I keep going with a notebook and pen whilst my family eat dinner and share anecdotes around me? Certainly that is something that a ‘writer’ should do. After all, aren’t we all charmingly eccentric?
Then again, maybe a holiday should be just that – a holiday. Maybe I should be forgetting everything writer-like and concentrating on having a good time with everyone who I’ve not seen in a long time. That would be a true holiday, that would be a proper break. After all, writer’s don’t really get that much time off. We’re always writing, through weekends and bank holidays and days off work. A break would be a good thing.
Is it even possible to have a break? I’ve found that even when I’ve switched off, calmed down and miles away from the laptop, I’m still looking for stories. Im still dreaming up ideas and looking for the next great tale. This is even when I want nothing to do with writing, or stories, or anything like that. My mind won’t switch off.
I think it’s really up to you how you approach the ‘problem’. You can either take a little notebook and spend the time trying to come up with solutions to all of the problems that you’ve accumulated over the last months, or take nothing and let your brain recover, and tackle them head on when you return.
I think it depends on the type of writer that you are. If you’re the one who likes to obsess, and works best away from other distractions, then take that notebook. But if you need some R &R, not just from the real world, but from writing as well, then leave it at home.
Birmingham might not seem like a holiday to most, but to me it’s proven an excellent opportunity to just sit back and relax. This blog was finished over the course of two days, and I didn’t panic, I didn’t stress. I just got it done. After all, what’s the point of a holiday if it doesn’t change your routine somewhat?








I call myself a writer. It’s an annoying trait. If you met me at a party, I’d probably introduce myself as such. Yet, I’ve had little success. I’m yet to receive a commission. So what right to I have to label myself that? 




