I have been so tired from doing many worthwhile things, that I have lost the creative fire that fuels my writing. I knew I needed to put on the brakes and take a time out.
So here I am, not working, not doing chores, not writing.
Yeah, but it's my blogging day, so here I am, explaining why I'm not writing!
I am on a road trip with my husband and young son. I promised myself I wouldn't write, but instead, I brought along a novel to read. The funny thing, is that it's a novel I already read, except the first time, I read it so fast I couldn't savour it.
This second time, I read Taling to the Dead, by Bonnie Grove much more slowly. I liked the book the first time. During this second time, while driving for hours and hours, through the Rockies with tumbling craggles of snowy spring flying by my window, my expert driver-husband calmly manouvering around hairpin bends, the book was fantastic! Bonnie is an excellent writer, and I thought back to hearing her at InScribe's conference a while back, and her comments about hearing God, but that she'd not tell people that or they'd think she was looney! So funny now, having enjoyed her book again, having gotten to know her character Kate on a deeper level.
Oh, how I've missed reading slowly, and tasting every morsel of prose. I can't wait to start the new novel I bought in Kamloops as we drive to Whistler in the moring. I wonder how long this new read will last?
In time, my own words will return. After I've rested, renewed, reveled in the words of other crafters.
Tumbling, slowly again into a make-believe world...
No more rushing.
I must keep the brakes of life on.