Writing blues.

Sometimes I don't want to sit down in my chair anymore. Sometimes I want to waste time, wander around in stores, dig in my garden, walk my dogs, or watch TV. Lots and lots of TV. Writing is fun, but it's also work, and there are times I feel very lazy about it.

Usually I just power through periods like this, but this time I decided to take a break. For about a month I've been focused elsewhere, and I've felt strangely displaced. Writing was always the anchor for my day, especially since I've become a full time writer. Now I'm floating around, bumping into stuff, aimless.

I'm not sure I'll do this again. It's good to have a vacation from your work, even if you love your work, but maybe it's not so great to lose your focus like this. I'm slowly narrowing my vision back to the plain white page, getting down to business. It takes real effort to train my mind again. But there's nothing for it except to type one letter at a time, one word, one paragraph, one chapter... one book.