MotherReader

After about a week without working, I’m going back to the library tomorrow.

I am not happy.

Since I had so much leave to spare and so much to do at home, I took a little sabbatical. It’s the first time I’ve taken time off for anything other than a vacation or a school break. Just time off for its own sake, to clear my head and clean up some projects.

I really liked it.

I liked having time to think my own thoughts without rushing from one place to another. I liked giving some extra attention to my blog and catching up on the blogs of my peeps — and their peeps. I liked reading books on the back porch while the kids were at school.

I’m going to miss it.

Don’t get me wrong. I like my job. I do. But there are times I miss summer vacation. You teachers will know what I mean, and everyone else will probably remember looking forward to school ending for the summer. As a kid you could look forward to long, fun, empty days with time to play, dream, and read. Sometimes you need a break.

I still need one.

I had hoped to do more around the house — as it sorely needs some attention — but I ended up drifting among unfinished projects. I don’t know if more time would have allowed me more focus, or if I just expected too much of one week. I looked longingly at NaNoWriMo. Ideas for books were jumping around in my head, but with a mind swamped with stuff, the ideas were hard to hold onto. I can imagine why a writer would quit her or his job and stay home to write, because it’s hard to write — or even think clearly — when you have so many things competing for your attention.

I want more time.

In thinking about writers and writing, I’m amazed by the energy and confidence and drive it must take to commit yourself to writing. On one side there is the security of a steady job with a consistent paycheck. On the other side is the possibility of financial reward and a creative outlet. I’m impressed that anyone would take that whole-hearted plunge into writing books.

And I’m thankful.

Because if writers didn’t keep taking chances, we’d be missing these incredible books born of diligence, perseverance, and intelligence. I don’t know how you do it, people, but I’m glad you do. And I’ll keep reading your books and telling folks about them.

I’ve got work to do.