So I'm writing this paper for one of my lit classes, and it's about public/private life in a short story we read.
And it got me thinking (which is always a dangerous thing).
I'm going through a small patch. Not a rough patch, per se, or a hard patch. A stagnant patch. Meaning, despite all the movement and activity in my life and around me, my actual progress on things of import feels frustratingly static.
Add to that the feeling like I can't keep up online (right now I can hardly keep up OFFline, for that matter) and I find myself a little ill.
Sometimes we get to the point where our connectivity becomes damaging to our focus, where the best thing we can do for ourselves and our work is unplug.
My friend told me that sometimes it's okay to be selfish now and then, and I'm hoping she's right.
I'm taking a VERY SMALL break. Literally a long weekend (what does it say about my present state that I felt the need to check in and inform you all rather than just pop off the face of the interwebs?).
I just need to focus. I have my final edit deadline coming up, my new book to make serious progress on, a paper on public/private life about about 100 pages of reading this weekend, etc. etc.
So. I shall return. And until then (let's say Monday, but certainly by Wednesday), I wish you all a marvelous weekend.
Love, of course.