Papaya and pineapple and melons..this is what I love when I come to Mexico, all this amazingly ripe and fresh fruit, most especially the papaya. I’ve been eating my weight in the stuff at the conference buffet each morning.
I’m beginning to think I simply came here to sleep. We’ve both been in bed by 10, or 11 at the latest, and I’ve been barely able to drag myself up by 8:30.
Is it the elevation, the ongoing insomnia, the two-hour time change or the way my head feels stuffed full of so many ideas that I’m completely knackered by the time my head hits the pillow? Maybe it’s just the papaya and all those good-for-me enzymes.
This morning, it was the same crack-of-8:30 start. However, we decided to skip the morning speaker and hustle down here to the land of free WiFi at Starbucks. If I move fast I can be back in time for my first workshop at 11:00…It sounds like fun.
The description for the workshop reads, “…within the creative act of writing, or composing with words – NO RULE is the rule! …collaging cut out words, inventing words, playing with sounds, destroying syntax…”
I’m not quite as excited about the agent’s pitch session, since I am still not sure exactly what I’m pitching. They advise coming in to the pitch session with a one-page outline to leave behind.
Hmmm…Might just have to finish writing the thing first. And then I would have to find somewhere to print it…
I think I’ve decided to just consider it practise. Yeh, yeh, that’s it…I’m practising for the future.
Lucky you with all that papaya! Just consider it brain food and the words start to flow. Who needs the workshop when you can get on the wifi at Starbucks.
We’re having a great time in Az enjoying fresh picked oranges and grapefruit with our breaky. Groceries, golf and wine are so much cheaper than at home and the weather is ideal. Yesterday I beat Bob on the front 9 but he had a rather unfortunate start. His drive on the first hole hit a man in the stomach. He was riding his bike toward us off to the left and Bob’s ball was out of bounds. Yikes, it could have been so much worse.
Hey Martha, it’s all about the freshness of the fruit eh? It’s not even the same animal as the stuff we eat at home.
Whoa, you’re right that could have been worse. That could have really slowed up your game đŸ™‚ Enjoy that sunshine.