Since I last wrote a writing log entry I cruised to Bermuda, visited with out-of-town grandchildren and their parents, and suffered through a gardening related Achilles tendon injury that put me on my back for five days. Though out of a daily writing routine (which I missed: good news) I continued to put pen to paper, especially on the cruise. I kept a journal of the trip in postcard format. Each entry was 50 – 60 words long and focused more on meaning than cramming content (we saw this, we saw that, we did the other) into every spare bit of white space. I tried for a balance of describing and considering the meaning of the things I saw and did. Here’s an example:
Hundreds of seagulls followed the ship as it steamed out of Baltimore and then headed south down the Chesapeake. Does the ship’s staff throw food scraps in the water that attract the birds? They do not. Closely watching the broad wake streaming behind us, I saw flashes of silver, fish churned to the surface which become supper for the voracious birds snapping them up. Watching this amazing sight was good preparation for the supper buffet.
