Ah, perspective. I have to say it's lovely to be in South America, high in the Andes, slogging through black flies, Kichwa, new cuisine, old house remodel, and meeting new friends. I have named the chicken in our yard Doris and although she seems deathly afraid of any movement we make and I've yet to figure out how she gets over the high wall separating her home from ours, she faithfully shows up, lays an egg in the middle of nowhere, and then retreats to her own domain. Now there's a decent neighbor. Thanks, Doris. Hopefully I'll have new friends for you to play with before too long.
Perspective today means taking a break from the chaos that is my country, the US of A, and seeing it with different eyes. To watch the way some of us act in someone else's country. Talk about entitlements. Oh boy. But the best part of perspective is to see how alike we all are. People love their children, love their country, love their friends, want what's best, have hopes and dreams, know more than they think they do, believe in a higher power or don't, want the world to still be here when the sun comes up in the morning.
As a writer, this is the best possible place I could be. The distractions are not electronic. My distractions now are crowing roosters, lowing cattle, the sound of rain on my red tile roof, a giant spider skittering across my shoes. My mind is open and refreshed, and oh do those story ideas come rushing in. I am hard at work on a new novel, two actually, one for Young Adults and one for Adults. I'll keep you posted.