Nature Calls

Not in THAT way, sickos.

Just kidding. I set myself up for that. But while nature does call in that totally-not-blog-appropriate-let’s-stop-ew sort of way, it also calls to those seeking inspiration, tranquility, and gorgeous scenery to just escape in.

And for revisions, boy do you need escape wherever you can find it.

Random but relevant: anyone who knows me knows that Pocahontas is A) my favorite Disney princess, and B) my favorite movie of ALL time. The story behind that in itself deserves its own post (there was a lot of hysterical crying involved), so I’ll get to that tangent way later. Right now is all about how I love nature. I LOVE going on hikes, frolicking outside, sitting/reading in my backyard where all the flowers and birds are. And whenever I embark on these nature quests as I did on a morning hike yesterday, I like to embrace my inner-Pocahontas.

For reference—here is me during revisions:



Me as I embarked on my morning hike:



And finally, post-hike me diving back into work and revisions:

Even now, I’m still feeling that nature’s high and it’s AMAZING. Breaks are so necessary for me when I’m so focused on my stories I can’t even see straight anymore. Sometimes I’ll read a book or watch television in between, but nothing makes me more creatively rejuvenated than a workout or glorious outside adventure. Here are some pics from yesterday to keep me company since I’m miserably trapped inside all day:






Feeding the (sort of hard to see) fishes!

With the weather becoming increasingly more gorgeous (praise), I will definitely be going on more Pocahontas-esque adventures to keep me sane throughout all the busyness. But now I must dive back into the revisions cave and hope I come out alive. Back into the world of pirates and writing, I go!


Pocahontas OUT


Museums: An Inspiration Station


Okay, got that over with. It’s just so timely and too good not to showcase right at the beginning. Clearly, the priorities of this post are way in check.

But to be perfectly honest, Miss Rhode Island was absolutely correct in her answer—April 25th was the perfect date today. Not too hot, not too cold.

And I did wear a light jacket.

I know, I was having a moment too when I realized the prophecy had been fulfilled

Everything about April 25th was exactly how Miss Rhode Island promised, which of course made it the perfect day to venture into the outside world and go to Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.

I love museums—like a bookstore, you can just wander around the stacks for hours on end, and feel content to appreciate the atmosphere and everything that catches your eye. My feet and hip were KILLING me by the end of all the walking, which further proves I’m one step closer to being a senior citizen on the inside and out. Regardless, as someone who finds inspiration in all sorts of art and visual means, the pain for me was so worth the total creative boost I received by the end of it. I mean, just look at all the pretty:


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All of the flowers and dark, tropical coolness (that Tropical Mythologies section with the chandeliers/palm tree wonders was amazing) was exactly the sort of aesthetic poke I needed to get me all happy and eager to go back over my pirate fantasy for the 393927th time. While I do love me some Pinterest to fill up my storyboards all day err day (not even kidding), there’s just nothing like going to the museum to see these works in person and bask in the creative energies swirling from exhibit to exhibit. And when you find something that reminds you of your writing (and let’s be real, this happens EVERYWHERE), it’s amazing how exciting it is (and hilarious when you freak out and nobody around you knows why) and how excited you then become to return to your story. Right now, my mind feel a lot more unclenched, which means diving back into revisions will be a smooth ride tonight and not so painful as is usual with revising. Eh. Hopefully.