Fallow, fallow, wallow, swallow. Swallows of Capistrano, and soon it’ll be spring again.
LOL, forgive me. I’m a bit out of practice. I haven’t written a darn thing since January 30th. I cooked and cleaned for the New Year, and then I took a break. I slept. Oh, lordy, I slept! I went to bed early, I woke up late, I took naps, and even now, I’m looking at the bed in the corner of my spare bedroom and thinking a power nap might help me write a fabulous post for the new year. I recognize the perfect post is an illusion, and keep writing.
When I’ve been up, I’ve been reading. My goodness, having a pair of reading glasses is making a difference! I read two Wiseman books about the group dynamics of teens – teens are the best drama generators in the world, so I figured it might be a helpful dash of fertilizer to my fallow, fallow brain. My conscious mind isn’t doing much with Queen Bees and Masterminds; I think the best thing to do with pop psychology is to read it, and let the subconscious mind sort it all out, and bring out the useful bits in a story. I’m also reading a lot of Captain Awkward’s advice columns, so when the advice collides with a likely character, I’ll be ready to capture the whole thing down with my pen and paper.
I’m not quite ready to get back to work (see above paragraph about the siren song of the bedsheets). Monday is a public holiday, so I think I’m going to sleep some more, and read some more, and then catch up on my internet obligations. By then, I should be raring to go back to my old story, or maybe a new story, and turn my thoughts into readable words, and be able to share them with others.
I feel very naughty and indulgent, but sometimes, it’s a good idea to spoil yourself. Isn’t it? We’ll see, come Tuesday morning!
In the meantime, I hope 2018 is treating you all well, and bringing you many things to think about and wonder about.