I haven’t been a very good blogger lately, I’m sorry. There were revisions on A Writer’s Guide to Persistence due. A draft of Deep Scenes (my forthcoming book with Martha Alderson) to complete. In between were edits and articles as well. So while those things are done, scraped away from my plate, in their place are all the other projects that got pushed aside.
Now I’m feeling the stomach-lurching gravity of the downward side of the slope tugging at my edges, the fringe of my feelings tinted blue, the thoughts that lean toward can’t and won’t and why.
My mind and body are crying: Rest. Stop. No more. And my ever-furious muse is singing John Mellencamp: Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
Too much work is good like a really, really strong cup of coffee
Good like that second or third glass of wine.
Good like hours of binge-television.
Good, but eventually you have to stop. Don’t go further or you’ll regret it.
There’s put-off work to complete, and Thanksgiving food to shop for, a friend to drive to the hospital for minor surgery this week while the kid is out of school. But it will all get done. It will all unfold in its own good time.
Right now you’ll find me on the floor, most likely, breathing into my belly, the cat sniffing at my neck, my kid running circles around me.
Let us remember to rest and breathe.
What I’m Teaching Soon:
Some Things I Wrote Recently:
The Challenge of Thanksgiving in Blended Families at Role/Reboot
Bearing Witness at The Manifest-Station
Confessions of a Mostly Reformed Astrology Addict at the Washington Post
Photo, “Sleeping Cat” by Ana Sofia Guerreirinho is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 International License.