And then. . .

This is a question that I'm not only being asked but a question I'm asking myself, and it's beginning to cause me a bit of anxiety. " What are you going to write next? " is causing my leg to rock back and forth more than " What have you published? " Mostly because the latter is asked by people who don't know a lot about writing. They don't know things take time. They don't understand being a writer. They only know books that are on the best sellers list. (Nothing against a best seller. Hell, I want a best seller!) They only read (whisper) genre  fiction. " What are you going to write next? " though, well that is a question. The other day I was having a conversation with D: "What if now that I have time to write, I don't have anything to say?" I asked. "You always have things to say," he replied shaking his head. I paused, "Wait, are you just saying that 'cause I talk a lot?" "...

This week I'm on spring break. I had many plans. I wanted to work on my book. I wanted to spring clean the house. I wanted to tackle the garage. I wanted to post and sell more things on Craig's List. I wanted, I wanted, I wanted. So, far I've checked my email, emptied my DVR, and slept. This week has been good though, hermit-ish, but good. There's something odd that happens when you allow yourself to just be. I let my brain stop dictating what I was going to do and let my body chose to sit on the couch, to take a nap, to go back to the couch. Usually, I have lists constantly running through my head. Imagine a computer updating, white texts filling up a black screen,  that is my brain adding more tasks to the queue. But, the last few days my brain has frozen and the cursor is just blinking waiting for me to hit enter, to restart. The best part is that this is very rare for me. I think it is very rare for everyone, but I recommend it. Especially at this time of year...