You lovely, lovely writers!
Your exercise for today is very simple: take the weekend off. Yes, the whole weekend! You’ve worked so hard, accomplished so much: and now it is time to rest.
Since finishing my epic poem about President Polk, I’ve become painfully aware of the need to recuperate and regenerate my creative energies. I naively thought that I could just plunge right in to my next project, but instead I found myself simply playing solitaire today! No matter what I tried, I could not bring myself to start work on my exciting new project.
Finally, I realized I’d forgotten to rest! I’d expended my forces, and needed to recharge! Of course!
So I am getting in my zeppelin in a few moments and wafting off to Majorca with, ah, a companion. While I am there, I shall lounge about shamelessly. I’ll nap. I’ll read novels simply because they amuse me. I’ll walk along the beach barefoot and splash around in the waves. I’ll take a sketchpad and draw pictures of seagulls. I’ll move my body until I remember what it’s like to live outside an epic poem, in the real world. I’ll gambol about in brilliant colors and vibrant scents and soft stars and moonlight.
What I won’t do, though, my lovelies, is write. And I won’t come back until my creative well is filled to the brim! Until I am overflowing with ideas and promises!
Gustav says I’m fleeing the country because Ethelie gets out of the Infirmary on Monday, but I swear that’s not true. I just wrote a huge epic poem and need to recharge. I need to wander amidst unfamiliar scenery and feel the salt air on my skin. I’m not afraid of Ethelie!
Well, not much. Hardly at all, really.
I shall send you kisses from Majorca! Please don’t forget to feed the Beasts while we’re gone.
Tell us in the comments: what will you do this weekend to rest, recharge, rejuvenate, reanimate, relax?