As last stated, life has gotten very crazy lately: a move, family issues, being sick, etc. The writing has come to a complete standstill. I haven’t attended my writing group in the past couple of weeks for several reasons, not all of them good. Sales have slowed a little and all these things together were starting to weigh me down.
I had to take a step back and look at all that’s been going on. It really has been a lot and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not worth it to beat myself up over it. I may have consciously chosen to not write at times, but unpacking boxes or unwinding with the boy and watching TV has its place too, to keep me sane and get me to a healthier place.
Just because you take a break doesn’t mean you’re never going to get back to it. Because writing isn’t what pays my bills, I don’t have to feel guilty about not putting more time into it at the moment. I’ve got tons of stories to finish and more ideas brewing, so it’s not like I’m going to abandon writing, but I’ve sternly told myself that a break is okay and there’s no need to compare myself to others who are churning out several books a year and constantly writing, writing, writing. I am myself and no one else. I have other needs that have to be taken care of in order to be able to focus on writing again.
Don’t feel like taking a break is giving up. It’s just recharging your batteries and clearing your mind. It’s letting the ideas churn and grow before those voices in your head are so loud you have no choice but to get back to it. It’s taking care of yourself. It’s not a bad thing and it’s not failure.