For the past few days, the weather here in San Antonio has been perfect. I spent the weekend afternoons on the patio. Hanging out. Doing nothing.
Well, I did do something.
I cracked the cover of a new book.
I groomed Arf and Woof.
I listened to music.
I let my mind wander down new paths.
I listened to birds.
I watched butterflies.
I laughed with my live-in handyman.
In short, I recharged.
And boy, did I ever need it. With all that's gone on this month, my batteries were low. Every day I was hearing that grinding noise each time I turned the key.
This morning, I started right up.
Recharging, renewal, regrouping - whatever you choose to call this experience - is vital to the writing process.
Our bodies tire, grow weary, refuse to function properly without proper food, rest, and exercise. So do our minds and our imaginations.
So the next time you're chillin' . . .
You're feeding your soul.