I have been having trouble writing this week. It was packed with classes and meetings and responsibilities and on top of it I received two translations I’m still working on and I knew the weekend would not actually be my own as my dad and his girlfriend gave me a soap-stone sculpting workshop with them for Christmas. None of that really translates to giving me space in my head to write. And if I do, then it just feels forced, one paragraph at a time.
However, sitting there with that smooth bit of stone somewhere in a museum in Bonn, with the tools and the sounds of hammers and scrapers all around me – I think I honestly relaxed for the first time in two weeks. Trying to figure out how to carve a nose out of a flat surface just took all my concentration and by the end of the day I was exhausted but it felt nice. A good kind of exhausted.
I’m going back today for the second part of the workshop and I am committed to trying to come up with a way to recreate that feeling for writing. Maybe it means writing in café sometime… we’ll see.