Except for writing up a few blog posts, I’ve taken a break from NaNo writing today. I went outside for the first time in forever, capturing some pretty awesome pictures of life, if I do say so myself, and enjoying the perfect spring air. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to roam outside barefoot, the rain of the past week has made the grass soft, clean and the dirt soft, succulent, the perfect amount of soggy and dry. Whew, that was a long sentence, I apologise.
It was a breath of fresh air, literally, after being trapped inside with only my thoughts and my mounting, invisible failures to draw on. It’s not like I go outside that often when it’s not raining, never mind what my Instagram depicts, but there’s something about knowing you can’t go outside. It zaps the life out of your writing, your art, everything. This post is the most constructive I’ve been all week, it’s refreshing.