Writers of historical fiction have the patience and savvy of scientists. They unearth secrets from the past to share with us. It’s as painstaking a process as archaeology.
Only once the excavation is done does a narrative unfold. Wow.
A day walking about or an afternoon sitting with friends or a precious hour catching a performance or time spent at home with my beloved are all ports of joy.
Work is behind me. Retirement ahead. When I did work, there was no hold music to keep me company.
Today’s workplace is different from the one I inhabited. Headsets were not the fashion then.
You worked in relative silence, the tap tap tap of your computer keys broke in; colleagues would stop by your desk with questions; there might be a meeting to interrupt your morning’s quiet.
I tune into 60s rock or my Carole King Pandora feed when I wander about taking pictures or inspiration. I wear a pair of earphones to keep my listening private.
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
There is joy in appreciation and in being able to communicate it. I don’t want to overthink my motivation or undervalue simplicity. Putting pen to paper (even metaphorically via my keyboard) is a much appreciated simple joy.
So much of what I write is random. Thank you for letting me share those serendipitous rambling thoughts with you.