I haven’t posted for over twenty days, and I’m not even joking when I say that this is the first day that I’ve had to actually sit down and write something. In the past twenty days, we’ve packed up one house, moved the whole kit and kaboodle from North Carolina to Colorado, dropped pets off at the parent’s house, driven to Idaho to try and buy a house (our first! Also, it is not what you would call a buyer’s market there, just FYI), and come back to Colorado only to send the hubby off for more training.
I honestly haven’t even thought about writing. Or reading. I brought John Green’s new novel with me to read during the car rides and I didn’t even get the cover opened. We’re taking a break for the holidays in Colorado, so I’ve finally had the chance to set up my computer and get my mind back into working mode.
I’d love to take a break, but I honestly feel guilty any time I say I’m going to put off work for another day that I usually end up working on something.
I spent the morning reading. I don’t feel like trying to write quite yet. I’m pretty drained, and I’d rather wait until I feel a little bit more like myself before trying to work on my novel. At least that way I won’t have to go back and make revisions to stuff that I wrote when I wasn’t ready.
I’m back at my desk at my parent’s house, and I’m hoping that I’ll feel motivated to write if I sit there long enough. It seems to help me get back into the swing of things.
It’s strange, I don’t read the same books at my parent’s house that I do when I’m alone, or when I’m in a strange place. I’ve kept to my old favorites here, and I only ever pick those up on a rare occasion. It must be the act of coming home that makes me want to read them over again.
Even writing this is taking more effort than I thought it would. I usually like to write my posts in the morning the day before they go up, and then I spend the rest of the day working on other writing, but it’s almost 2 p.m., and I’m finally sitting down to write this.
I usually like to jump right into things, whether that’s into something new, or coming back to work like I am now, but I think I’m just going to have to play it slow. It’s against my nature, but I don’t want to make myself more tired than I already am, so I might just take the dog for a walk and pick up a book I haven’t read in a while.
See you all for Friday’s post!