In the time-honored fashion of true procrastinators, I forgot I had to blog today until the last minute.
See, I had a pretty good weekend. Friday night, the hubby and I took an impromptu trip to Bridge Street, which is a really cool mall that's built like a European shopping area -- outdoors, cobblestone walks, bridges, and even a lake with a gondola. We sauntered up the street, encountered the Von Braun Astronomical Society out with their telescopes (totally cool), then wandered into a wine shop where we bought a bottle of wine and had a tasting of several nice wines.
Once we got home, we went up to hubby's man cave and watched a movie. He has a 106" movie screen and a popcorn maker. Who needs theater prices, right?
Saturday, we met friends for a wonderful dinner, then came home and repeated the movie experience. Sunday, we went out for a while, worked out, and then -- you guessed it -- repeated the movie experience.
I'm wandering, right? Desperate for a point?
No, not really. See, in between all that sauntering, shopping, eating, drinking wine, and watching movies, my brain was churning. I have a book due in June, and I'm only about 15k into it. I should be in panic mode.
I'll get there, no doubt, but this weekend I refused to panic. This weekend was about doing things other than writing. Refilling the well? Possibly.
I'm not sure what to call it, but I know that when I wasn't forcing myself to think about my characters, I suddenly started thinking about them all the time. I went to bed thinking about them. I woke up thinking about them. And I didn't write down a word. I think that might have made them evaporate, sort of like waking suddenly in the middle of a dream and being unable to recreate that world when you fall asleep again.
Hopefully, my weekend play will translate into words and scenes. Today, I *have* to think about the characters. But I think I'm ready for it. Sometimes, you have to give yourself permission to play in order to make the work fun again. Writing is hard work, but it's also supposed to be fun. If you aren't having fun, take some time away -- a day or two or three -- and just play.
I think the idea we have to write every single day is great in a work ethic way -- and lousy sometimes in a way that stifles that which we seek to create. What do you think? And what's your favorite way to recharge?
*From the Chicago song, Hard to Say I'm Sorry, of course. :)