travel sketchbook (3/3)
memories of ischia, 2012
Starting out without a plot was probably (certainly) a bad decision.
I’m not convinced I’ll ever do it (NaNoWriMo) again.
It showed me how much time I have available in my day. I don’t want to always spend that time on writing but now, for instance, I know that I really do have time to exercise.
I do not have high hopes for the story but I haven’t brought myself to read it all the way through so we’ll see.
On the (rare) days I knew where my plot was going I could write quite quickly. So that’s an incentive to plot out my next novel in a lot more detail than I did with the last one.
Working on one project so incessantly gave me a huge ton of ideas and inspiration to work on other projects.
So overall, I’m glad that I did it. It taught me a lot about writing and I now have a book that will, at the very least, entertain a few friends.
This picture is from Castello Aragonese in Ischia. I have no idea if that was originally meant to be a heart but I liked it.
I’ve got a lot of thoughts about a bunch of different things so you can expect some wordy posts to be coming up soon. But while I try to wrap my thoughts into sentences, let me just say:
I’m also called aivlysann on instagram for those of you who are interested in such things.
I’ve had a wonderful six weeks and I’m glad to be at home.
The wind coming into Ischia today is a herald of the storm tomorrow. And no matter how my travel plans may be affected and/or ruined by tomorrow’s storm: I love the wind today.
I think that the wind is one of my favourite things about being alive. And there’s something in particular about a warm wind on a warm day… It’s excitement and happiness and hopefulness. It makes you want to laugh and spin in circles. It gives you confidence that, no matter what, things will be better than just okay. Because life is precious and beautiful and worthwhile.
If all is well and good I will fly out of Italy tomorrow and, even though I’ve loved it here, I’m excited to be going to Austria. These photos are of Ischia Ponte and Castello Aragonese, each taken from one and looking at the other.
The beauty of Italy in summer took me a little while to see. Everything was dingier and more ordinary than photography books had led me to expect. Yes there are incredible cobble-stoned, tiny alleyways but they are lined with garbage bags. Yes there are hundreds of white houses in the cities but they don’t have grass like nice houses in Australia: just dust and tiles. Yes there are lots of old buildings but they are dirty and falling apart.
It didn’t help that I was exhausted from 17 hours of flying. It didn’t help that I’m not really a fan of crowds. It didn’t help that it’s just plain hot. Once I got a good sleep and really looked around I realised that this place is incredible after all.
The beaches are warm, maths is going well, the food is beyond exceptional and most days I wander around barefoot. (This house has grass because it’s out of the city.)
Love from Ischia.