|Cascade - the weir near our home|
But this gives me a new perspective on my writing habits. I always thought that my start-stop method of production was a bad thing, illustrative of creative blocks the size of Glasgow housing projects! It turns out that this is not so. My body needs a break. It is reacting just the same way it did when I was a teenager, caught up in the passionate emotions of boyfriends, falling out with friends, and all the other things that seem important at that age. Powerful emotion goes straight to my guts.
So I am going to follow Michael Nobbs' sage advice and remember what I enjoy (not just writing). Which in this case are the potted daffodils on the windowsill - I love flowers so much. Right now I am lying in bed feeling rotten, and I plan to stay here until my body has used this chance to relax and recover to its fullest. It may be extreme self care, but right now, that's what will ultimately get the book written, and make me a happy, healthy bunny into the bargain.