Well, it had to happen. The world had to move on. After a year of discord and disconnect (and sadly, much sickness and death as well), we seem to be starting to get the better of Covid 19 and starting to see a way back to something resembling normal life.
Last week, I posted about how I’ve been reading a biography of Jim Henson (by the same author who wrote a biography of Dr Seuss), and the inspiration I’ve gained from it.
A few weeks ago, I posted about how I was reading a biography of Dr Seuss, and how inspiring I was finding it. After finishing this, I was pleased to discover the author of this book also wrote a bio of another of my cultural heroes, Jim Henson. And even more pleased to discover there was a copy at a local library. So for the last few weeks, I’ve been reading all about Jim Henson and the evolution of the Muppets.
Artists, such as we writers, are deep people. We spend a lot of time immersed in our minds. We constantly reflect on the actions, not just of ourselves, but of everyone that surrounds us. And we agonise for hours about the state of the world and what can be done about it (or even whether anything can be done about it).
When I think about activities that I can compare with writing, one that definitely comes to mind is gardening.
I can see a lot of similarities between writing and gardening. Firstly, they’re both highly popular recreational activities. Throughout the country (and the world) I can imagine lots of people spending the weekend at their desk creating stories or out in their garden.