Writing while traveling…or not

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So I thought I could mix traveling with writing, but mostly I could not. I had some insights into a possible new novel. And I had a fresh look at a picture book on Venice. And I took an art lesson in Venice which stretched my creativity. But as for the act of putting words to paper, not so much. While I did have a lot of time to myself for the first few days, I was mostly struggling through jet lag and loneliness. I learned something about myself–I don’t like traveling without a companion. (Fortunately my sister joined me on the third day.)

The plus side–filling the well. Even when travel is difficult, a person would be hard put to avoid experiencing new things. And when you go where there are so many beautiful and amazing views and differences, the creative well is filled quickly and completely. This downpour should last for a long while.

Over northern Italy

Over northern Italy

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Burano, Athens, Oia (Santorini), Dubrovnik, then ending where I began in Venice.

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About Judith L. Roth

When I was about ten, it occurred to me that books are written by people and I was a person. I could create my favorite things–I could write books! I got a B.A. in English. My first poem was accepted for publication before I graduated. I had some success with poetry, but my real dream was to write fiction for children. My first fiction piece was accepted about 25 years after the first submission. Things you might want to know about me: I know how to persevere. I’m a third-generation California native, living in Indiana. I have two remarkable sons who are now young men,and a husband who’s supported my writing for over three decades. I love cats and currently have three of them. I love being near water–oceans, lakes, rivers all work for me. Chocolate is probably my biggest downfall. I’m exceptionally curious. (Or nosy, as my family calls it.)

4 responses »

  1. What gorgeous photos! It makes me want to see them for myself. Some day. When I want to write about a place I write notes, not stories, to myself. How does it smell? How far did I walk? Colors, people’s faces. the feel of the air. sounds. Temperature. Clothes and so forth. Then just reading my notes brings the place back to me when I close my eyes.

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