Yesterday, I was out and about: radio interviews, meetings, concerts, and, of course, delivering Christmas cookies to the English Department since this is the last week of class.
So I never blogged. I didn’t even think about blogging.
(Don’t worry, I won’t stop blogging!)
Sometimes, you’re writing. Other times, you’re living.
Sometimes I live through my writing; other times, I’m just out and about.
Yesterday, I lived out and about so much that I fell asleep on the couch with my family around, and I slept the kind of sleep where you don’t know where you are when you finally wake up.
If you find you aren’t thinking about writing as much–or if you simply don’t have time–perhaps it’s a season of being out and about.
On another note, I think I’ve already made 300 Christmas cookies, and it’s only December 6.