Yeah, so I skipped blogging yesterday. You know that whole "if you can't say anything nice" thing? I figured I better take that advice. Because I'm burned out, guys. Really bad. And when I burn out I can't think anything except that I'm a seriously crappy writer. There's not much else I can say.
So yesterday I did other things. I went out for some of this:
I didn't used to like sushi, but the more I eat it the more I crave it. Nigiri (rice ball and fish) is my favorite. It seriously soothes my soul. Food has always had that effect on me—good food, made with skill and love.
And I bought SHOES. Yes, I'm a stereotypical female in that respect. Love shoes, in particular those that stand out.
I can't tell you how long I've been on the hunt for cute yellow shoes. And the zebra? I've always wanted a pair, and they'll go great with the hot pink pencil skirt I found.
Is it obvious yet that I have a thing for color? No? Okay, one more embarrassing picture:
I had orange shorts, but now I also own neon orange pants! All is right with the world.
When I got home from my outing, I did break down and read a few blogs. I'm glad I did, because Maggie Stiefvater wrote just what I needed to read. Basically, she said writers need to live, as in doing other things besides writing. If you spend all your time in front of the screen, you use up the experiences you draw on to write without generating new ones.
Sometimes I forget to live, which sounds silly but it's true. I feel like if I'm not doing everything possible to get out there in the writing world, I'll never make it. I feel like if I take a break I'll lose all the momentum I've generated. I work too hard sometimes.
In reality, there's nothing wrong with taking a break, slowing down to refill the inspiration tank. In fact, it's probably good for you.
So I'm taking a break of sorts. I'm sure I'll still be blogging, but my writing will be on a strictly whim basis. I need to live a little.