This is my last Friday Fricassee before THE BIG SHUTTING DOWN.
Okay, that was dramatic. I'm leaving for vacation next Wednesday morning, and maybe it feels a tiny bit wonderful to gently lay aside this blog for a while. At the same time, I do get a bit twitchy thinking about the days passing with no new blog posts. Because I think I'm addicted to this place. To you.
So many of you have shared with me how much you've gotten out of this community. Well, it works both ways. And despite my serious need for a break, I will miss you.
To those of you who lovingly admonished me in yesterday's comment box: My "rest" begins next week. It's the writing I've already set aside, not the blog. And believe me, the not-writing has been good.
Though not right away. For the first four days of my Official Writing Hiatus, I thought I was going to go mad. Seriously. My days felt like they had a huge hole in them. And my brain felt the same way.
But I've adjusted. I'm learning to actually RELAX about the not-writing.
And, um. I've started scribbling notes for a new story. BUT THAT DOESN'T COUNT.
*clings to her notes*
So, what's your favorite way to refresh? For me, it's always and forever the ocean. Several times a year, I lament to my husband, "Why don't we live by the ocean?" It's one of the things about myself that I'm certain of: I need the ocean. And once a year (or less) doesn't cut it. When I'm on the beach--especially early in the morning--I feel clear-headed and alive and peaceful. I can THINK and CREATE more easily. I can WALK long distances without feeling tired. I can BREATHE.
Sure, I love a jaunt to NYC or a hike through beautiful terrain or the sound of leaves rustling as a storm gathers strength in my own back yard. But the ocean trumps all.
That's me. What about you?