I'm not supposed to be writing this.
I'm supposed to be on a writing "break."
The idea (supposedly) was that I'd stop writing, revising, editing,
tinkering, taking notes. Also: I'd refrain from submitting stories and
neurotically checking submission statuses. Too: I wouldn't spend so
much time checking out blogs, websites, Facebook, etc.
Why a "break"? I wanted to, as they say, focus on other areas of my
life. For a while. A month. Maybe two. Then I'd come back reenergized
and ready to rock.
So how's the "break" going then?
Well, I'm writing this postcard, aren't I?
What I'm finding is that it's difficult to step away, even for a brief
period of time. I'm discovering that writing is so much a part of my
day-to-day existence that it's a little difficult to go, you know, cold
turkey. I'm thinking of this George Orwell quote a lot: "Writing a book
is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful
illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven
on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."
True, it seems like I can't resist. And often times I don't understand.
OK, better get back to my "break." Thanks for listening. You're a true
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Read AR's "The One You Don't Pick."
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