Recently, when the weather was being uncharacteristically pleasant, I got on the train and went to the seaside with a friend. It was a lovely day, filled with ice cream, arcade games and a walk along the sea front. So, I guess you could say it was a success.
Seasides, more commonly referred to as beaches, aren’t often the best option when the usual cold and dreary Britsh weather is ever-present. Nevertheless, they are something that we all learn to appreciate, even if only because of the ice cream. That’s why, when I stepped of the train and was met by the sun, I knew it was going to be a good day.
Now, before I go off on a tangent and forget why I started this post, I would like to direct your attention back to the title. It would seem that, as I walked along a fairly empty beach, I was left in state of blissful contemplation, and began dreaming about the possibility of writing in such a place. I imagined writing organically, with a pen in hand and a collection of notebooks to be filled with ideas. It seemed almost cliche, and unrealistic, yet here I was, almost able to achieve such an ideal.
In the past, regardless of the title of my blog, I have wrote about coffee shops not being a haven for me as a writer. They’re crowded, and often filled with people who want to chat absentmindedly with friends, or pre-occupy their time staring at you and your probably unfinished manuscript. I’ve only ever written once in a Starbucks, and it didn’t last long, as the self-conscious part of me just didn’t feel comfortable.
So, what’s more appealing about the seaside, where dogs roam free and children build sand castles wherever and whenever they want. I guess it’s mainly because they’re vast, and you’re able to find your own little patch of sand to sit and write, if you really wanted to of course. If not, just enjoy the view, eat an ice cream, and relax. In all honesty, I’ll probably choose the latter most often.
Whether it be a trip to the seaside, or a park, I guess a writer will always manage to adapt, find new ways, and even new places, to inspire them to tell the story within their head. I’m definitely more willing to write outside of my home now, and if that means dealing with high winds, and sand in my shoes, then so be it.
Where do you enjoy to write? Did you enjoy this different kind of post? Let me know in the comments.
Until next time keep dreaming x