It's hard to believe that the Baker's Dozen Frenzy-ness is stirring up already. I've had a FABULOUS response from the agents this week (Seriously! Best response ever!), and I'll be posting the Very First Baker's Dozen Informational Post next week.
Really! Next week! Tell your friends.
So, last Friday I announced that I was taking a writing hiatus. I'm pleased to report that I've survived my first non-writing week.
It's funny how we forget what non-writing life feels like. When we write, it's woven through the fabric of everything our days bring. We plot in the shower, think through dialogue while we're driving to work, snap up twenty minutes here and forty minutes there to squeeze in a few hundred extra words, fashion the rest of our day around our sacred Writing Time. And when all of that is gone, well, there are a lot of holes.
A. Lot. Of. Holes.
(But, hey. At least they're not plot holes.)
Here are some highlights from my week:
1. I RAMPED UP ON BALLET.
In fact, on Tuesday I took 2 classes--one in the morning and one at night, with the rest of the day sandwiched between. During the evening class, we had several brand new students, and my teacher asked me--ME--to lead the line from the corner when it was time to do chasés across the floor, so they could watch me go first. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW UTTERLY WEIRD THIS MOMENT WAS. Yet it filled me with a tremendous sense of self-confidence, and I didn't balk. What makes this all the more satisfying is that chasés have been my nemesis for months. I've overthought them to the point where I haven't been able to do them properly. Yet there I was, leading the class across the floor.
On Thursday evening, only 2 of us showed up for class, so our teacher decided to lean toward "intermediate" (instead of "beginner"), to get us ready to move up to the next level. It was amazing being pushed to do all those wonderful new things, with so much attention from the teacher. Yeah, I made a lot of mistakes. But it didn't matter, because I WAS BEING ENCOURAGED TO PUSH BEYOND MY LIMITATIONS. And it was exhilarating.
2. I CELEBRATED MY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WITH MR. A.
Wednesday is a weird day of the week to have a special date, but my sweetheart and I managed to squeak out a wonderful sushi dinner to celebrate each other. And I'll admit it felt nice to not have to angst about not having gotten X amount of work done that day (I am so horrible about feeling like I can't let go and have fun if I didn't have a productive writing day). And Mr. A didn't ask, "So, how was writing today?" (Oh, blessed relief! For both of us!) AND the sushi was fabulous. I could subsist on sushi and chocolate. With Chardonnay.
3. I TOOK THE TIME TO ACCOMPLISH OTHER THINGS THAT HAD BEEN LEFT UNDONE.
I deep-cleaned my closet. Unclogged my clogged-for-months bathroom sink. Mended a dress. In short, I looked away from my laptop at the little world around me, and engaged.
It's not that I never accomplish anything else when I'm writing--I do. But writing trumps ALMOST EVERYTHING when I'm elbow-deep in a project. And with nothing to trump them, other tasks rose to the surface and grabbed my attention. (Imagine that.)
Mind you, the week hasn't been all happy fairies and cupcakes. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes I stared out the window and felt completely empty. Sometimes I asked God what it is, exactly, that I'm supposed to be doing with my life.
You know. Those moments.
But overall? I've had a tremendous week. And I'm so thankful (if not a tad surprised).
Admittedly, one of my writerly friends is going through the same thing right now (voluntary hiatus), and having someone to walk through this with has helped a lot. She cries sometimes, too. She's filling her days with surprising Other Things, too. Strangest part? We made the decision ON THE SAME DAY to take a writing hiatus--and we weren't aware that the other had done so. If that isn't serendipity at its finest, I don't what is.
Okay. That's my check-in. What about you? How do you readjust your life when you take a writing break? How do things feel different for you during those times? And--most importantly, perhaps--how did you find your way back to writing?
Do share. More than ever, I need to reach into the void and find your voices waiting there.