If you're brave enough to fly

Here’s where I break silence to admit this: I haven’t written anything of substance in two weeks.

It feels weird.  But I’ve realised that I pretty much haven’t had more than the odd week off from writing for at least several years.  And the years before that I was working on the PhD.  I guess my brain really wants a bit of a break.

But a break can only last so long.  I’ve caught up on a lot of sleep and some reading.  All fun reading, mind.  Which means that I still have a bunch of review reading (and review writing) to be done.  I really need to learn to not take on so much review work, really.  But I also need to properly catch up with it all.

The thing about taking a break is that I’ve pretty much lost my routine.  Which is always a killer for me.  First thing I need to do is re-establish my routine.  Which means that I need to stop faffing about online so much.  Discipline, I needs it.

So!  Tomorrow, I shall be making the effort to get back into it.  Sometimes I dream about being the kind of person who could treat writing as a nine to five job.  Hell, who am I kidding here – I pretty much dream about that all the time.  But the reality is different – I have other things that need to be done, and so I just need to find the happy medium.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.