The universe moves in mysterious ways, and if you ignore it, it’ll come back and smack you on the backside good and hard.
After finishing the first draft of my book a little while back, I’ve been trying to redraft it rather than taking a good break from it. I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, but persisted anyway. So it seemed like fate when I developed yet another tummy bug that prevented even the idea of sitting at a computer screen to enter my head without making me feel very sick. It was a sign, I think. I should have a break, at least until the holidays.
Trouble is, I really miss writing. It’s odd getting up on Saturday morning and not having anything to do. What else am I, if not a writer?