It's that time of year again. Christmas. A season where everyone is hustling about in a mumbo-jumbo kind of fashion with no words to exchange except the occasional "excuse me" and "happy holidays". Everyone has someone to worry about, but not me this year. This year, I 'm taking it for myself.
The past few months , I have spent countless hours writing and writing, in New York, trying to get published. I haven't had any sort of luck. Nothing has seemed to help, not even my special tea in my special mug to spark new imagination. There are quite possibly no more stories that can be thought up in the world, because they have already been taken. However, I refuse to accept that truth.
So I decided to take a break. Refresh myself and this exhausted brain of mine from the chaos that I knew would only exceed with the holiday season ahead. I needed to start new. So what did I do? I bought plane tickets to Ireland.