Two hours of chatting with friends and avoiding writing has me now sitting in front of my computer like a deer in headlights. A stare of panic, eyes wide open, fixed on the screen in front of me. What. To. Do.
Three weeks ago, when Fabrizio finished summer school, I decided to give myself a break from writing. Now I'm wondering whether I've taken a break from thinking. No, I'm pretty sure I did. Is it possible for my brain to be on vacation without me? If it is, then, hopefully it has it's bags packed and is getting ready to catch the red eye home. Yes, that's it, a red eye.
While the last few weeks have been void of any and all thoughts deeper than "What's for lunch?" they have been full and fun. Hanging out with friends, lunching with Fab, long walks through the "nature park" to the muffin store (aka Starbucks) and a general laissez-faire attitude have been wonderful. Now school is back in session and so is our schedule. The initial panic of what to do with all the freedom that summer brings is gone and I'm in overdrive. Readjusting to 6am yoga, 3 hour writing sessions, submissions, housework (that has really been neglected over the summer) and carting Fab all over town.
And I'm blank. Blank in overdrive.