With the nonfiction book safely in my editor's hands, it's time to get back to the novel. I thought I could jump right back in, but it turns out it's been more of a slow process. I think it's because my brain is fried.
This month has been full of a lot of upheavals for our family, and the stress has taken a toll. In the midst of all of that, I was trying to finish a book. Now that it's done, my brain is yelling at me to just take a break. Play. Read. Watch movies. Be lazy.
Of course, the Should Committee is out in full force.
"You should be writing right now."
"You should quit being lazy and get to work."
"You should turn off the t.v. and do something productive."
I'm telling the Should Committee to take a hike.
The older I get, the more attune I become to what my body (and my brain) is trying to tell me.
And right now, it's telling me to relax. Refuel. Re-energize.
So that's what I'm doing.
The excitement is slowly returning, and I can't wait until it's time to become immersed again in my fiction.
The moment will come. I will be patient, and I will wait.