I bought a notebook in Cartagena, Colombia, the first words in it were to the woman I love. “Maybe this is when I start writing again”, I told her, “maybe this is the time”. I’ve carried it with me since then, since those first days of June, the nights of endless heat and bottomless ceviche, but no more words have found their way into it - or out of me. And like so many times before I wonder why. Nothing comes easier to me than writing and yet I stay away from it. This morning I wake up in a sandy bed on the small island of La Graciosa, the closest land Morocco to the east. The wind is whipping around the house and I finally feel present. I share a room with Christian or @1924us , a man I don’t know that well yet and @jamesmartinmoes, and in their own ways they have both inspired me.
Before I left I talked to Sarah and she said, “maybe this is the trip when you start writing again, I can feel it”. I don’t know if she’s right, even though she most often is, but I know that between the words of Christian and the stories I’ve heard here so far, something is finally happening. I know there’s only one rule to writing - pen to paper - and maybe it’s finally time. We’ll see. #wolvesworkshop #writing #inspiration