In a few hours I’m catching a plane to some far-flung corner of the earth. Or maybe not that far-flung, but I will cross more time zones and lines of latitude than I’m used to.
I know there are people who travel regularly for work and love it. I’m not one of those people. My stress levels tend to spike in direct correlation with my unfamiliarity with the people, places and situations I find myself in. My job for the next week will be training strangers in a foreign country – hello, stratospheric anxiety levels.
There’s a silver lining for my writing. I have a stack of editing to do, and a couple of short story ideas gnawing the back of my brain. Travel involves a lot of downtime in airports. I won’t have much access to the internet.
Three great problems that taste great together.
With luck – and if I can hold off the cold everyone else in my house caught this week – I can make up for the unproductive couple of weeks that led up to this trip. I could hardly do worse!
See you after next weekend, folks.