Until we went on vacation for three weeks. Although I did research and took plenty of pictures to pour over for descriptive facts in future stories, I did next to no writing while we were gone. My mind needed a break. I'd reached the point where I questioned every sentence I wrote.
I did write one scene while we were in Berlin. Calvin and his son Kelly were deep into a physics conversation, which was waaaayyy over my head. Kelly has a PhD. in High Energy Theoretical Particle Physics, if that gives you any indication as to why I wanted to zone into my characters' lives for a couple hours. I mean, string theory? Time and space dilation? The very real possibility of being able to travel through time...wait...let me pay attention to this part...
I absorbed as much of our travels as I could, glad to be away from the writing...yet, eager to return. Writing can be addictive, after all. But...but now we've been home for three weeks and what have I done? I've written three measly chapters. Count 'em...three.
Getting back into the routine is like getting into the pants I wore ten years ago. Such yanking and pulling and struggling.
I tell you, I'm off my feed. Off my schedule. Off.
Oh I'm at my laptop for hours every day, but I'm checking email, facebook, Amazon, shoe sites (it's an addiction...don't judge) and anything else to keep me from delving deeply into my writing. I need someone to ride herd over my wondering mind. Sigh...maybe I just need a vacation.