Hello,
I’ve been travelling the last few weeks, and then at the end of it, caught the bug and went down with the flu. I suppose in one way, the body forced me to rest after a period of running around (instead of jumping back in and running around in a different direction).
One thing I noticed during this busy season was that the writing easily fell by the wayside. I deliberately did not prepare or pre-schedule anything ahead of time. I thought I might take a break from writing for a week or two at most, and it surprised me that I did not go back to the writing desk for much longer than that. I don’t know what this says about me and my writing life/practice. Maybe it just means that, just like with everything else, a break was needed to refill the cup.
But through it all, the reading never stopped — not that I’m surprised. I always, always, found time for reading, no matter what was happening in my life. Even during some difficult and trying times in the past, the reading never stopped…