I have decided to draw a line in the sand.
Running with my dog one morning this week, I thought more about what I
might have learnt on my Dark Angels course in Spain. Having made such a big
investment – both in time and in cash – in my development as a writer, shouldn’t
I be seeing a few changes?
Mr Turning Point |
Looking for an answer, I thought about George Orwell. I reread ‘Homage
to Catalonia’ as a kind of pre-Spain warm-up. His journey to the country was a
huge turning point. When he got home, he drew a famous ‘line in the sand’.
Every word of ‘serious work’ he produced thereafter, he said, was “written,directly or indirectly, against totalitarianism and for democratic socialism.”
Orwell’s experience was a bit different to mine. He was in Spain
fighting in a civil war; I was writing sonnets and drinking too much red wine.
But even so, I liked the idea of drawing a line in the sand.
I do feel like I’m on a bit of a threshold, actually. I’ve got a few big
changes happening behind the scenes. Good ones. Really exciting ones. So I
thought, yes, Spain will be a turning point for me, too. I will also draw my
line in the sand.
Now, I was going to leave it there. I thought I might blog about this
turning point moment, but that would be it. I’d need a photo of a line in some
sand to illustrate it, but a Google image search would do the job. But then I felt
I was missing the point. This wasn’t just a metaphorical turning point. I
needed a real line in real sand.
So I put the dog in the back of the car and drove to the seaside. Our
nearest beach is Camber Sands. Midweek, it is empty. The tide seems to go out
for miles. There was plenty of sand. I wandered around a while, found the
perfect spot and drew a line with my finger. I took a photo and walked down to
the water line to reward the dog with a swim and to reflect further on my
achievement.
Me admiring my first line |
This time I was determined to make the crossing of the line properly
meaningful. I reflected for a while about what the act I was about to perform
meant to me. I wanted this to be something that I could look back on in five or
ten years’ time and say, yes, that was a turning point. I came up with a form
of words and spoke them aloud (remember, the beach was empty). Then I took a
deep breath and stepped over the line.
The line I actually crossed. Oh yes. |
The line I made for public use |
2 comments:
What's the worst that can happen? Right?
I guess you could drown. That would be bad.
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