For those of us who like to travel and have been under Lockdown for a while, the frustration is obvious.
And some of us, I’m afraid, only like to make things worse for ourselves…
Working on my novel A Good Place set in the foothills of Northern India, I’m not only writing about that place, but also referring occasionally to books, websites, and my travel journals on the area. Looking at lots of photographs, both my own and others.
Immersing myself in it inevitably leads to frustration, although I’m making good progress on the book.
I suppose I only have myself to blame, especially for lingering over the photos.
But that doesn’t make it any the easier.