It's been a busy couple of weeks. I spent a week visiting my parents, during which my husband came down with pneumonia that, to the dismay of the doctors, hasn't been responding to antibiotics. We were supposed to leave for Isreal this morning. Needless to say (since I am currently writing this blog post), we are not on an airplane to the Middle East.
Between doctor's visits and family affairs and cancelling our plane tickets, hotel rooms, and dreams (okay, that was melodramatic), writing has slipped into the background. And the funny thing about taking a break from writing is that - doctor's visits and family affairs and trip-cancellings aside - once you find things other than writing to take up your time, you can always find things other than writing to take up your time.
I've discovered it's easier to keep a well-oiled machine running than to fix a broken machine. Taking a break doesn't necessarily mean you're broken. Some things are worth the break. Like driving your husband to his CT scan. And some things just aren't. Like seeing Julie and Julia. I've done a little of both the past two weeks. Knowing the difference is the inevitable dilemma of being self-employed, and I suppose it's one I'm still learning.
Anyway, I'm done with this blog post now, and I'm going to open up my forgotten Word documents than contain my 'real' writing. And I'm not 'breaking' until dinner.
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