It will take some time for me to reach the present day, but you will have to bear with me a little bit on this journey. After all, I have created this series to document as much as I can of the entire journey so that perhaps other writers will find at least some aspects of my own journey useful.
I don’t know what makes us choose a vocation. I suppose we all have different reasons why we gravitate towards a particular job.
When we’re young it’s usually an honest passion. You love animals and want to see them protected, so you decide to become a veterinarian. You wonder what it feels like to step on the Moon, so you want to become an astronaut. Perhaps a painter, an actor, a doctor, a chef. A storyteller.
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I’ve never explored mood boards for writing before. However, I have recently noticed that it has become difficult to focus on specific visual themes in my head while writing a story.
You arrive to work in a rather cheerful mood. Not because you like Mondays, but simply because work has to be done, people have to be spoken to, tasks have to be completed. Might as well crack a smile and attempt to make the most of it.
Mr Brealey hobbled through the familiar paths of his town park as he did nearly every morning. The park was deserted in these early hours, but he had a long habit of feeding the park’s pigeons, and he did so as often as his body allowed him to. Unless it was raining. His bad hip wasn’t keen on any adventures in the rain, and the pigeons didn’t enjoy those gloomy days either, since wet wings are difficult to fly with. So they made a mutual agreement to skip the rainy days, or at least that is what Mr Brealey believed. But he did come very often. Not because the pigeons actually needed to be fed, but because they were his morning companions, who ate the familiar man’s food because their instinct led them to do so.