The fog finally lifted this afternoon for a nice walk on the mountain. I love to see it roiling up this way. I remember when I lived in San Francisco how it would roll across the bay. Here, there’s the river.
I’m in rest mode on the writing. We authors are advised to maintain balance in our work–writing, reading, social media, and so on. I think it’s meant to be balance weekly or at least monthly. I’m afraid I don’t quite meet that. When I’m deep into writing I avoid reading other books, partly because I get so caught up in reading I don’t want to quit, so that would surely slow my own projects. I just delve in and let my stories take me.
But when I complete a major project I do treat myself to a reading binge. That’s where I am now. I just completed a polish on the series behind my new book set in ancient Ireland. I had roughed out some major changes to the series before completing the new one. Now those changes are polished.
My binge focus at this time is relaxing with Jane Austen, always a delight.
That said, I always try to walk every day. I need that, not only physically but mentally. So often ideas come to me on these walks. But today I just want to share this outing. No major thoughts incoming. Just joy in the beauties. I thought the fog would never lift this time, but here comes the sun.
If you look close, left of center, you’ll see I have company.
