Monday, October 8, 2007
Totally Frivolous Weekend
I did no writing for the last few days. None. Zero. Nada. Zilch. I didn't even think about writing, because I was visiting a friend at the shore, and sun and surf, I've discovered, completely drains the brain of any content whatsoever. One lies on the hot sand (it was 85 degrees -- in New Jersey. In October) and all thought, imagination, memory, and coherence bake away. One becomes a sort of evolutionary throwback, capable of eating and sleeping and minimal movement, but not of thought, and certainly not of art. Sun - good! Lunch -- good! Dolphins -- too bad not edible! It would be interesting to know if writers who live on a beach write less than writers who live inland. I, however, cannot undertake this study -- I'm home now but still have sand in my hair and nothing in my brain.
It was 85 degree in Rochester yesterday too.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure whether living near the shore is good for a writer or not. But I do know something similar: When I was in Finland a math professor from USA told me that he just could not compete with Finnish mathematicians in doing research in winter time -- There is almost nothing to do there in winter so one has to concentrate on research.
I will happily undertake this study! All I will need is a laptop and a caravan. Oh, and someone to cook for me :).
ReplyDeleteBeach here I come!
It was my impression that people in Finland used up a lot of the winter drinking :)
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