Welcome to the second instalment of my Mind Body Series. If you missed the first one, Toning my Mind, Body and Breasts, you can read it here. It provides a basis for the series.
For this post, I’m tackling a few topics: My upcoming trip to Indonesia (specifically Bali); writer’s block; and travel as inspiration.
But first, a few facts about Indonesia, the world’s largest archipelago nation.
Indonesia is home to more than 17,000 islands in each of its 34 provinces. With a population of 260 million (dated: July 2016), it is the world’s fourth most populous country after China, India, and the United States. My flight to Bali by way of Beijing and Singapore will take about 22 hours from Toronto.
With wait times for connections added in, it will be 33 hours before I land in Denpasar, the capital city of Bali.
I traveled around Indonesia in 1988 as part of a trip I took across Southeast Asia. Here I was on the most exquisite white-sand beach in Lombok.
That was nearly thirty years ago, but I’ve never forgotten the beauty of the country and the people I met there.
I knew I would return to this part of the world someday, but what would call me back?
As it turns out, several things did. In my first post, I talked about health concerns which forced me to make some changes. I started a regimen of Chinese herbs, continued to meditate, and took up yoga. I’m in better shape now than I was twenty years ago; I lost ten pounds without even trying, and I feel terrific.
It was all good, except … my writing was stuck.
Stranger at Sunset released in 2014. It was the first of a 3-book trilogy, but books 2 and 3 are not finished. A bit of introspection uncovered the following thoughts, which of all things, involved the concept of input and output.
My mind is a mystery, even to me.
My thinking went something like this. As with all things that require an ‘output’— correct and adequate ‘input’ must first feed the brain. A series of steps known collectively as a ‘process’ then creates an output. If the output is not as expected, it only makes sense to go back to the source and ask: Is something missing from or wrong with the input?
For example, if my pipes leak, I engage the services of a plumber. If the leak persists, it’s due to bad input. Either the plumber used incorrect or faulty parts, or the problem was misdiagnosed, resulting in a flawed process to fix it. Whatever it is, the desired result is not achieved.
Why am I using this odd plumber analogy?
Because once upon a time, in an over-simplified attempt to dismiss writer’s block, I wrote: “Plumbers don’t have plumber’s block, so why do writers have writer’s block?”
Unlike plumbing though, writing is deeply entangled with an author’s personal identity. The inability to produce undoubtedly creates angst. This in turn, can paralyze the process of writing altogether.
So … as much as I hate to admit it, writer’s block is real. I had to eat my words.
I initially treated my block as emotional noise, something I could banish by continuing to write. I produced novellas and short stories, but I could not move forward with my series, no matter how hard I tried.
My block was specific. I couldn’t defeat it with enthusiasm and discipline.
I beat myself up mentally until I realized I had to change my input if I wanted a different outcome.
When I purposely shifted away from negative thoughts, I created space for opportunity. That’s when I came upon a festival—in Ubud, Bali.
I was familiar with the festival but had always dismissed it. The cost of airfare and distance to get there made the trip prohibitive. I never gave it a second thought. This time, I thought twice, so I decided to explore the pros and cons of making the journey.
(1) Travel lifts my spirit and imagination to a new high.
(2) Parts of my next two books are set in Asia. Firsthand research is the best, whenever possible.
(3) Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali filled with temples, galleries, and local markets—an inspiring place like no other.
(4) Numerous yoga studios are located in Ubud, so I can keep up my practice while there.
(5) The aforementioned Writers and Readers Festival.
Aside from the cost and distance, I really had no cons.
I chose to make the trip because ultimately, it was an investment in me and my writing. And the two are inextricably linked.
From the moment I booked the trip, my imagination went into overdrive. I won’t make empty promises about when I will finish my books, but I do know this … I’m excited and I’m writing, and I look forward to returning to Bali to recharge my batteries.
Stay tuned for the next instalment of my Mind Body Series when I’ll be writing to you while en route to Beijing. I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing on a 16-hour flight.🙂