A key ingredient for good stories
Linzi and Hugo were away for a few days last week. Leaving me all alone at home on my lonesome.
(Can you hear that tiny, tiny violin?)
What do you think I got up to?
Was I looking at the front door, pining for them to return? I’ll give you a second to mull over the possibilities…
On Wednesday I went to… the theatre.
Imagine that – the theatre! Can’t remember the last time I went to the theatre. Certainly pre-baby. I saw a play called The Department of Distractions, which I enjoyed.
On Thursday I went to… the spa.
The spa! I kid you not. I sat in a steam room all afternoon contemplating my own existence.
Other than that I’ve been riding the tram around, drinking posh espresso.
Basically I’ve been living the sweet life for a few days.
Linzi and Hugo are back now, and I'm glad. Daddy Day Care is open again. But I’ve come to the assessment that to be a good storyteller, you also have to carve out some time for you. Regardless of how busy you are, and how many commitments you have.
It’s a bigger deal than it sounds. Otherwise, what will you ever write about?