I’m taking a mental health day—not so much from the blog, just from writing in general. It’s been a long time coming. I never used to believe in writer’s block. Seemed to me that if you sat down and demanded 500 or 1500 words or whatever the words would be forthcoming. Seemed like a matter of discipline.
Sure. Maybe I could still churn out those 500 words. If this is writer’s block—which, granted, who knows because I’ve never really felt this before—it doesn’t necessarily affect the fingers or the part of your brain that formulates the words.
It’s not in the brain so much as the heart.
It’s writing a sentence and then self-destructing in second guessing.
It’s just time for a break.
So I have nothing planned today. Maybe will read some Cranford. Maybe will scrapbook. Maybe will clean. Maybe will just watch movies all day. I don’t know. So far all I’ve done is sleep in, eat breakfast, and put together this fantastic cucumber sauce for tonight’s gyros.
Anyway it’s Dr. Seuss’s birthday. It’s a good day for a mental health vacation, right? All I need are Thing 1 and Thing 2.