I have taken on this heavy responsibility of being an Author, Songwriter, Poet and Idiot very, very seriously and want to ensure I respect the respective expectations of my expected, expectant or dejected audience. In retrospect, this life changing decision to become an Author, Songwriter, Poet and Idiot has focused my expectations and I expect to clarify these in the near to distant future. All things being equal that is. As has been said before, I know it’s a tough job, but someone has to do it. Even Idiots on holiday.
So to the vacation theme once more. Each day I have ensured I maintain my daily ratio of sofa contemplation. Where I am staying has a marvelous sofa that is tailor made to perform its function with aplomb. Overlooking water for a change, I have found that my contemplation hours are appetisingly diluted by the moist air, so I need to add an extra hour or so to make sure my creative juices have been fully squeezed. Just this morning I had a very long think about the Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St. John of Jerusalem of Rhodes and of Malta. Sprinkled with a little Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, commonly known as the Knights Templar. Then another thought followed that led me to the conclusion that is was all too complicated and that I had best leave it for Dan Brown to follow up. More his cup of tea. Then I had a coffee.
Then it has been a really impatient wait for beer time each day. Seeing as this is a holiday period, beer time in fact occurs three times a day. These three separate times of the day have the propensity to run into each other a bit, so it is very difficult to be precise as to when one stops and another begins. Somewhere between eleven and eleven will give you some guide as to the thrice daily schedule though. Beer times are interrupted on occasions by a small amount of walking. Necessitated usually by the movement of the sun, and needing to reposition myself somewhere shady to protect my complexion.
There are two other interruptions to beer time each day to stuff myself solid with food. I do this naturally to satisfy the epicurean in me, and also to have an excuse to drink wine. After my first daily stuffing with food and wine, I sometimes need to have a little sofa time again. But that is a productivity opportunity I think.
It is usual, in the third beer sitting, for an idea to suddenly pop out of nowhere and fill me with the enthusiasm to scribe away deliriously on a table napkin. Or on a beer coaster if it’s a small idea. Then a brisk stumble back to my lodgings to bash about aimlessly on my little Macbook and send my hard work out as my next blog posting.
Phew! That was a tough day.