Of course on the 14th I got absolutely nothing done.

C’est la vie.

I got a chuckle out of Holly Lisle’s comment last month when I posted my schedule for the year, about taking breaks on the weekends.  I kind of take breaks when I feel like it. It might be two weeks, it might be two days. But I always know when it’s time.

When there’s nothing to write, when writing isn’t fun and my mind is mush, it’s time to do something else. Anything.

Sure enough, the next day things will be ‘right as rain.’

(I loved that old lady)

Listening to yourself is a good thing, at least for me.

But I think knowing when it’s time to step away from the keyboard is a necessary tool in the writer’s box of tricks. How do you know when it’s time to go smell the flowers?

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