Travel Light: A book recommendation & a November impossibility

Several years ago, the inimitable Linda Koons sent me a book: Travel Light by Naomi Mitchison. It’s a short, sharp tale, a Norse fairy tale, rubbing up against allegory in a way that reminds me of The Little Prince, but the unrelenting, marvelous Norseness of Travel Light also means it is nothing at all like The Little Prince. It’s been years since I read Travel Light, and it’s on my campus bookshelf, so I can’t really turn to it now and dig you up a quote or anything like a proper review, and that’s not what I’m doing here this morning, anyway. It’s simply that I’m on my way to the airport quite soon and I was thinking of it and I wanted to say so. It’s a beautiful little book, hard around the edges, the way stories of its kind are, and it’s also a wind-bitten, incredibly sunny November morning. How can I avoid thinking of it?

And I am thinking of practical details. I’ll be in Corpus Christi from Wednesday until Sunday, and I’ll be attending the National Learning Communities Conference. As a new Learning Communities program director, this conference is an excellent opportunity to learn a great deal, and, having looked at the schedule, I fully anticipate shuttling from session to session for three days straight. This is a very good thing. But I’ll also be in four different airports, twice, on six flights all together, and there are mornings and evenings and stray bits of time between events, and it’s hard to know what to bring.

Writing wise, it seems I’ve never been better equipped: I have a few dozen small projects to work on. But because this wouldn’t be a post on my blog without me whinging about my novel, there’s that, too. There’s always that, looming (and companionable) in the back of my mind, and it’s ridiculous to even think about traveling light. (That Corpus Christi also requires me to add a rain jacket to my suitcase, too, adds a material dimension.)

Middlemarch is also going with me. The edition I’m reading is a Norton Critical, which means it weighs more than it should because there are so many of those onionskin pages jammed between its covers.

I want, very badly, to take knitting along. The best project for it, though, is getting too large, and it’s something that requires multiple colors of yarn, which means multiple balls, taking up more space, and I am dedicated to a) not checking luggage on a trip like this b) actually respecting the dimensions allowed for carry-on items. I also am not-taking the knitting because it’s an excuse. It is always an excellent excuse: I can neither read nor write while knitting, and I know myself. During my five-hour layover in Houston, when I could probably finish a draft of a short story or finally get to the back cover of Middlemarch, I would knit (and listen to hockey). And it isn’t that I don’t love knitting; it’s that it’s always too easy to love.

And that weighs on me. (Every breathing moment I am not writing or reading weighs on me. I intended to write this morning. Instead, I cleaned some things because I’m going to be gone for four days and I went to buy toothpaste because I didn’t have a TSA-approved size in the cupboard and I had a bunch of angst about how I did those things instead of writing.)

And that’s ridiculous.

It’s a constant struggle to balance good discipline (which leads to good craft) and masochism for the sake of it. Ten minutes ago, I decided that I’d rather be the person in a suit carrying a be-patched and be-buttoned backpack because it’s just a lot more useful to hold my stuff than the laptop bag I have for work. And that’s going to be fine. There’s more room, for one. There’s a pocket expressly for my indispensable, unspillable travel mug.

And because there are a few minutes until I have to leave, I reserve the right to change my mind about the knitting.

Travel light.

It’s an excellent book. I still take everything too literally.

One thought on “Travel Light: A book recommendation & a November impossibility

  1. Knitting is very easy to love. And a very easy escape from the responsibilities and duties of real life. Thanks for the book recommendation – I'll definitely check it out!


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