Felt a lot better today and it was nice out, so I leashed the dog and went out for pub food and sea air. It was good all around.
Now, that may not seem like it has a lot to do with writing or being a writer, but here’s the thing: Sometimes you just have to step away. People in this profession, we spend a lot of time living in our own heads and that can be oppressive at times. It can make us unwell.
In many ways, we can say that’s what this whole week is about for me…But sometimes you just really need—and I can’t emphasize this enough—to step away and take some time where you don’t think about the work and the problems that it presents. At all. I’ve spoken in the past about the madness of creation and about writing as exorcism, and I think that mentality can be healthy from a creative standpoint. It has to be tempered, though, with the basic knowledge that sometimes you’ve just got to go out for twenty-four hours and live as devoid of stress as humanly possible.
It’s just healthy to get away for a while.