Sometimes you need to know when NOT to write

Rest is good. It has been so long that I felt rested that I almost didn't recognize the feeling. Whenever I finish a big project and the adrenalin fades, I go into a minor panic about the next project (which is still unidentified) and sometimes I just crash because it is finally safe to do so. But what I don't do enough of is to just sit still. Play with the dog. Watch the birds in the yard. Take naps. But I'm trying and I'm learning and I'm liking it. A lot. I no longer fear, as I did when I was younger (gawd, I don't know if I like the sound of that) that I won't be able to write again. I will. And it will be better than the last time but not as good as what comes after. I need to not only fill up the well but simply "be" without a deadline hanging over me. It isn't like I am thinking about taking 6 months off but I push myself so hard that taking a couple of weeks off feels like I am giving up writing all together.

But like I said, I am learning. And now is a time not to write but to rest, to read, to play. The words are there but the characters, thankfully, are whispering among themselves for a time. Life is good.

Write on, right now.
Susan