Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Last weekend I spent more hours than usual reading, especially reading outside in the warm air, enjoying the shade and birdsong and breezes.
It did wonders for me.
It slowed the world down, allowed me more space to think. It improved my concentration, made me happy, made me hungry to write more.
Writing has its ups and downs, but reading is still, always, a pleasure.


  1. I got to do this too on Mother's Day. It was perfect. It really does rejuvenate my writing mojo.

  2. I have a stack of paper and e-books ready for an upcoming vacation. Normally, I figure I will do some writing while we're away, and I'll definitely be taking the laptop and current projects. But I realized the other day that I needed to choose the possibility of doing no writing on the trip. This is the first long vacation we've taken since I went back to work full-time, and I need to recharge and recharge and recharge. And while, if I get called by a scene or story, I'll leap to it, I need to take the whole idea of scheduling and productivity out of the picture. So I'll be reading, inside and outside, and I'll be sitting and hiking. And then we'll see.

    1. That's what I did on my vacation last year. I took a notebook so that I could write something down if a compelling idea came to me, but for 2 weeks I didn't require myself to do my daily writing session, although I did keep a travel journal.