Why, oh why did I take last week off? Sure, I had a great time visiting with my best friends Cindy Dees and Mary Wine. We painted rocks and talked about writing. I got not one, but two new book ideas. And my friends got awesome news all their own. (I’ll let them share when they’re ready). It was a FANTASTIC visit, and I don’t regret it!
Except I do. Why? Because one day off of writing interrupts my flow. It’s damned hard to write every day, and one day off makes the next day ten times harder. After a week, I’ve completely forgotten my Work in Progress. What was my heroine doing when I last left her? I don’t know and honestly, I don’t care. I’m more interested in where that last piece of cheesecake went. How does my hero feel about the heroine doing whatever it was she was doing? He can feel whatever he wants. I want to take a nap after all those late nights gabbing about everything with my best friends. I kid you not, we discussed the causes of the latest Palestine/Israel conflict, then went on to intimately obsess about how to paint a penguin on a rock. There were other topics interspersed throughout and what do I remember most? The fantastic truffles and cookies we ate while drinking fancy tea out of designer mugs. Oh, and the absolute fun the whole week was.
But now it’s Monday, and I’m supposed to write. OMG, it’s MONDAY and there isn’t enough coffee in the world to get me motivated. Whimper! Somebody, quick! Tell me how you get back to work after vacation. Take your time. I’ll search Facebook for inspiration when what I really need is a kick in the butt.