While one month off seemed like a lot, apparently I needed more. More isolation, more privacy.
So I avoided anything remotely online; I stopped reading blogs, stopped reading 90% of my email, just plain stopped.
And it was delightful. I read books, lots and lots of books**. Story ideas, both new and old, would randomly pop into my head and I could just let them reveal themselves at their own pace. I daydreamed. I relaxed. To get all poetical, I reconnected with my muse and refilled my creative well.
So now it’s September, and I feel ready to write again. I’m looking forward to NaNoWriMo again, as well as whatever sparks my fancy between now and then. I can read the backlog of posts from my favourite blogs, reconnect with the wider world again, without feeling burnt out.
*Hermiting/unhermiting aren’t verbs, but they should be. But should it be hermitting or hermiting? This is a serious question!
**Too many books, according to my elibrary system; it kept telling me I had checked out and returned too many books in too short a time.