As I prepare to dive into my next book, I’ve been hoovering up every sort of input I can get my paws on — podcasts, books, television.
I’ve also been hyper-cognizant of letting all the information I’ve been taking in stew a bit. My tear through Netflix/the Central Arkansas Library/Spotify was intentional.
I have to feed the beast.

I’ve also been stretching my muscles. Walking more. Doing some light weight training. Shooting hoops and playing backyard pickleball with the hubs.
Overall, it’s been a nice break. But I can feel the story stirring inside me.
I’m not going to poke it with a stick (or beat it out of my head). I am doing my best to resist the impulse to jump back on the writing treadmill at a dead run. I don’t want to think of writing as a grind.
This beast will not churn and burn anymore. This beast is spending more time hanging out in the library with Belle.