I have been trying to get back into my writing zone, and for that I need a level of quiet, peace and tranquility.
It is not always easy to get your mind to clear and let the characters take you into their world, so that you can report on their story properly and so I often try to write in the quiet hours of the morning, or when inspiration hits- same thing really.
However, as I have been trying to take my mind to planes outside of the realm, there have been huge distractions that have been working overtime to keep me here.
First up is the lawn mowing menace!
I live in Barbados, a tropical country that is majority lovely, expansive green pastures. I love nature, I do and I am always happy to take that iconic run in the pastures anytime, I did afterall grow up in the country, however, not everyone is like me.
The other day, I was laughing at my friend, a fellow Author’s plights with this problem. We were hanging out at her apartment, when it happened. We heard the whir and the sounds of the blades hitting and killing grass. One hour later, the sound was almost a part of my existence. My ears buzzed right along with the whir , until when it stopped hours later(I’m not exaggerating here) I was shocked by how quiet everything was. We got an hour’s respite and then , my low-grade headache restarted!
You cannot begin to imagine my horror when I got home and there was someone cutting grass somewhere in my neighbourhood. It took all I had to remain rational and talk myself out of bursting out of my house and ripping everything in sight apart.
Animals in the Neighbourhood
I love animals! Let me just put that out there, right now.
However in the midst of a writers-fest, the sound of any animal that is so loud and persistent that it rips me back to my own time, has got to go!
This particular animal however, seems capable at barking and throwing a serious tantrum at the floating drop of a leaf. I don’t have to tell you how annoying and distracting that can be. And then there is the crowing rooster… If I ever find this chicken, I will give him the answer of why the proverbial chicken crossed the road. Hell! I’ll personally escort the little bastard there myself!
He starts his crowing around midnight. He is in a tree out here somewhere and I will find him. I. Will.Find. Him!
Every night he crows like it’s bright morning and riles up the others until around 5 am. Once again, bloodshot eyes, but now I’m thinking fried chicken for lunch…
And then there are the people…
If I hear one more freaking horn honking on this road, I’m gonna lose my ever-loving mind!
That was how I felt the other day, but luckily, I managed to retain whatever parts of my mind have remained . Thing is, I live in a quiet neighbourhood, however just a few blocks down, there is what we call the main road, which many vehicles use to go about their own business. I respect that.
However, hearing loud blaring sirens and the sounds of a race car screeching and skidding at 3 am in the morning, is not fun. Imagine it, bloodshot eyes, hair like the Bride of Frankenstein, fingers tapping a quick, yet emphatic staccato, the loud screech of a car hitting brakes so hard, I imagine the next sound is of a thunderous crash…which thank God never happens, but seriously people , I need you all to pipe all the way down. All the way. Down.