Guys, it's been a rough week for the Alliteratus. I'm calling in a sick day today, too. Just got back from traveling and the brain is not working as it should.
Writing is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. Which is okay, right? We all need a moment to come up for air and look around at what the rest of the world is doing. Wait, you CAN look at baby name books without getting a million ideas for characters? You can travel without composing the next blog in your head? You can write an email without worrying about the arc of the narrative? Interesting way of working, rest of the world.
How does the mindset of writing affect the rest of your world? And what do you do to take a breath? I'll bet you put birds on things. (I know I do.)
Pardon if you've seen this on the other nine billion social media networks on which I've shared it.