I spent so much time writing and working, I feel like I missed summer.
And that’s kinda sad.
Writers can be like rabbits sometimes. We dig underground and hide in our burrows, away from the life happening on the surface.
For me, I’ve been locking myself in my room, hunched over the keyboard like a mad woman. Between running this blog, doing oddball jobs on Fivver, and writing my novel as well as weekly comic book reviews, I kept pretty busy. The cons of being a freelance writer who works from home.
But then, I was beginning to feel disconnected from the real world. I wrote more about life than actually experiencing it for myself.
Tearing my eyes away from the screen, I left the nest and went for a walk. For social interaction, and for some Chinese takeout. And it was so nice. Dealing with real people instead of fictional characters.
Clearly, I need to leave the Writer’s den more often and live life instead of just writing about it. Don’t take for granted a cool breeze on a hot day. Take a break, once in a while.
Walk outside and look around.
Write with Heart,