I’ve been plugging away with my revisions on my first novel for the last month – working at least a few hours each day – and kind of just hit a point where I KNEW I needed to step away.
It took some personal drama, but I’ve spent the last 48 hours without even opening my WIP and I think I’ll continue the trend through the weekend.
I just needed a break.
Some time to ingest words instead of expel them. I’ve already read two books in two days and I plan on reading another one by the end of the weekend.
Part of me doesn’t like that I took a weekend off. I have self-imposed deadlines that I want to meet and it just means more work in the future. Oh well.
Time for ice cream and chocolates; comfort food and reading.