Three things bore me to tears: business conferences (NOT writers conferences), business meetings, and making small talk at cocktail parties. Everything else I chalk up as restlessness. I’m restless that the plot for my next book isn’t coming together. I’m restless when I’d rather be outdoors than sitting behind a computer.
How could anyone be bored hiking the trails in the San Francisco Bay Area? From Brushy Peak in Livermore:
to the Pinnacles National Monument:
Or spending time with friends or family? Do you recognize anyone in this photo?
Or time in Aunt Carole’s cottage at my niece’s farm in Ohio:
Or role playing with SWAT? Yeah, that’s me. I shot him in the leg with my paint gun.
Or simply enjoying nature.
And spending time with my writng consultant, Shilo. She watches me closely from the sofa in my den:
Did I mention I take tons of pictures on my hikes? I never use the word “bored” because I never have enough time to do everything I’d like to do. I wonder if others confuse “bored” with “restlessness.”