A Break, Now Back At It

I’ve probably written a paltry total of about 1,000 words in the last, I don’t know, three weeks.

Pathetic.  Pitiful.  Embarrassing.

However, I did manage to go on a vacation with the kids, get a lot of business-y work done, and oh, get married.  So that was a thing.

Sometimes, life takes over, and you’ve got to just kind of roll with it.  It doesn’t mean that writing and story progression hasn’t been in my head. With everything else swirling around, my brain cannot handle the break, focus, and concentration it takes me to shut it all off, sit, and write.  Even though I should.

So I afforded myself this little break for a few weeks to get some life stuff in order.  Sailboat rides, smashing waffles and ice cream, getting hitched, and giving the sons some amazing experiences that they’ll remember for a long time.  All of these things are incredibly important and yes, more important than getting down some words.

A bolt of inspiration hit me not that long ago, and I flipped open the iPad at a coffee shop and went to town.  I *LOVE* the feeling of a writer’s high – everything clicking, words pouring out.  When your creativity engine is roaring it’s incredible.  Or maybe it was the espresso.  Neither of us can truly be sure.

It’s like throwing up.

But in a good way.

You know, like what unicorns do with rainbows.

You know how when you’re vomiting, it’s like that impulse that you just can’t hold back?  That breakfast is flying out whether you like it or not.  Your body takes over, it’s a physical reaction in a base level that you have no control over.  As an aside, please don’t be the person that covers their mouth and tries to hold it in – that’s not gonna work.  Not that I’m speaking from, um, experience.

Occasionally, writing is like that for me.  The fingers are flying, the word count is exploding, and I’m just going to town and it all feels so damn good.

Now it’s time to get back to writing, and hit that first magical milestone – 10 thousand words!


I am a walking, talking contradiction. INFJ, martial artist, father of 3 awesome boys, database nerd, aficionado of great music, coffee snob, tattooed, overflowing with at-times crippling amounts of empathy. Now you know me, which means we can never hang out. Sorry, but not really, I'd find an excuse not to no matter what.

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