Lida
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.
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?
Food, fellowship, and perhaps some origami. The doctor applauds these as being excellent recovery aids, to help keep the red-thoughts from returning. I don’t know if she’s right, but I feel I will enjoy this rejuvenation period. First to heal, then to fly.
I churned out 10000 words worth of academia, and so I’m going to go see a lutenist play oud tonight, in addition to treating myself to a lunch out of home and possibly some CAKE.
Tomorrow… I may actually read a book.
Lovelies — Majorca is everything I hoped it would be! It’s warm and sandy and sunny and gorgeous and utterly delightful in all ways. I’m extra-pleased to see so much rejuvenation going on among Directorate agents! We’ll all return to our work stronger for having rested.
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