I am researching. I love researching. Why? Because I am an ex traveler. Succeeding in my childhood ambition to travel the world to explore diverse paths to venture beyond my horizons I spent 20 years doing so. When family affairs drew me home I had, I thought, had my fill of wandering. Huh!
I took myself off to University and discovered archives, musty books, eclectic journals. New journeys through books. I was in 7th heaven:)
Then the internet came within my grasp. Wonderful. I could set my sights ever higher over the horizon. There was no path I could not travel; no place I could not go. ‘Twas a heady trip – who needs drugs.
But. But. Well there is always a downside isn’t there? Discipline is needed. I do not, have never, possessed discipline. It is one land I have not visited. My mind does not look discipline in the eye and smile, rather it cringes away.
Writing a book requires discipline of sorts. I have acquired discipline of sorts:) I have written books. Publishing requires discipline of sorts. I have acquired discipline of sorts. I have published said books. I say ‘of sorts’ because if I was truly disciplined I would write a list of subjects I NEED to know for writing of said books and research them ONLY THEM! Ticking them off the list as I acquire the relevant knowledge.
If I was truly disciplined.
I cannot resist the tiny tracks and paths along the way temptingly promising new delights, my mind is a glutton for the new, for the unknown. I try, oh how I try to be disciplined, to hoard the ‘wasted’ hours, to enable me to write more, but after a few hours of this wandering I sit back, smiling, content with a head bursting full of irrelevant facts and ideas.
They say old dogs cannot learn new tricks – can old ladies I wonder?