But what if one connected the string of islands? Would the road actually go anywhere?

Using my onjejank Twitter account, I’m going to attempt to write a longer form of fiction, 140 characters at a time. Within 140 characters, it should be possible to create enough interest to get a story going, but at the same time to make each day’s read worthwhile. So far, it’s shaping up to be a fairly automatic writing process: write each tweet and let the story go where it wants to – nothing premeditated, no end in sight.

More to come – and follow me on Twitter if you’d like to read what happens: www.twitter.com/onjejank or you can read some of the tweets here at www.onjejank.com.

My best remedy is always to get out. To head west. Most notably the Davis Mountains in West Texas. It surprised me when I first arrived in that part of the state to find mountains. I thought they just existed on the license plate. But there they were. In and around them is open sky and ideas, my friend. Rest for the kerned soul. Space far wider than between the letters. It’s a place my head can breathe.

Every time I go, I fill my lungs and eyes with the mountains and scenery. But I’ve never gone purely as a visual thinker to document the area. While a vacation sounds like fun, a creative exploration in a place I love sounds better: going somewhere with the purpose of bringing back resources for a new book or a poster or set of photographs. It’s something that’s rattling around in my head. What do I want to create?

All this to offer you the small reminder. Get out. And don’t go just to escape, but bring a visual mind with you or your literary spirit (or both!) because creating in a new place can be more relaxing and invigorating than you think.