I am sat in a small fishing loft, looking out over the harbour down at Fowey. Perhaps i should say ‘i am sat in what used to be a small fishing loft’, as now it’s a minimalist, wooden floored, white painted living space in what used to be a small fishing port but is now a thriving tourist hub. Nevertheless, it’s safe to say that i am not at home.
I have given myself a week to write. I have just finished the final draft of my new book on Social Learning, meaning that responsibility now sits with the editors and publisher. This could be a time to relax, but i want to keep momentum. I have learnt so much from the writing process that i find it hard to step back, so i have done the opposite and leapt forward. Instead of trying to fit writing around everything else, i have given myself a week to write solidly. I am aiming for 25,000 words, which may be simple or wildly optimistic. I will let you know in five days time.
I am not without distractions: i have a book about the history of salt, a book about walking on the beach, a book about ‘edgelands’ and one about neuroscience, as well as a guitar, a ukelele and my paints. And a lot of coffee. But primarily, i want to dedicate some time to writing about learning (and learning about writing). Time will tell.