Right now I’m between books, which is always a strange place to be. I’ll admit that, like most people wired to write, I’m happier when I’m writing. But having some time off between projects is necessary, too. How is a writer supposed to write about life if all we do is sit behind a computer?
So, while I’ve been doing a bit of reading and thinking and planning my next project, most of my time lately has been filled more with family and general day-to-day busyness.
I know there will come a time when I get that overwhelming need to write. I think anyone who’s wired for a certain kind of job feels that way when we’re away from it. That’s the beauty of confirmation, knowing we’ve been wired in a certain way. We feel the push to get back to work. It may happen tomorrow, or next week, or in an hour. When it arrives I’ll follow that prompting, the same way I always do.
But for the moment I’m off to enjoy the fine weather.
My flowers are in full bloom, so how could I ask for more?
Join Me!