I don’t know what it is about writing, but I always feel better after doing it.
This morning, I was really dragging when I got out of bed. Still tired, still sore from the work last night and a little dizzy due to dehydration. I gotta drink more water.
Anyway, I got up, made the coffee, had a drink of water and then sat down at the computer to check some stats on sales of my books (I’m involved with three!) and my plan was to go for an early morning run. Well, I felt like a slug frozen under a rock, so instead I jumped onto Goodreads to look at my author’s page. I only have one follower there — thanks Jen!
I saw I had accidentally duplicated a blog so I deleted the extraneous one and, since I was there, I wrote a new one about something that had just popped into my head. It was about how we used to find new books, a subject I’ll expand on my RobertVarnon.com.
After I was done I felt way better. I felt alive and I realized, I’ve been missing the writing as I’ve been mostly concentrating on trying to market my books. I missed creating the sentences that help me make sense of the world.
And after I posted the blog, I got up and went for a run and had a pretty decent one despite it being below freezing and running more hills than usual.
As I was huffing through the brisk January and feeling stronger having written, I thought more about words and how they can heal when we write and also how they can heal others. You know sometimes people just need to hear that you think is great about them. I’m trying to remember to do that without being too weird about it.
Keep running. Keep writing.