Sunday, 12 August 2012
The best thing about a holiday to me is not the sun, or the sea, or even the sights...
It's the sound.
Sometimes it's the lack of sound...a quiet place away from other people, away from traffic, away from music, even...
Sometimes it's the sound of strangers' voices, the babel of foreign tongues, whether in a market in Dhaka or a Croatian beach, relying on inflection, inferring meaning, imagining an abstract painting of words.
Another sound that I relish on holiday is the silencing of my own writer's voice. No planning, no drafting, no thinking about character or plot or market...
Without access to social media the sound of virtual voices goes quiet, too. No mention of reviews or word counts, no iamediting hashtags.
The world makes its own noise for a change, without any input from me.