The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

Time Out

 I need a time out. I’ve gone days without reading or writing a single line. Might not seem like a “thing” to you, but if you know me, that might be cause for investigation. So investigate, I did.

Some soul-searching revealed a few factors. Most notably, I’ve experienced a significant job change and not only that, a significant schedule change. I no longer work a standard workday. I am now in a management position at a local hotel, and hotels never close. So in a matter of speaking, I have been working around the clock and that kind of schedule is not typical to me, so I’m learning. And I’m tired.


Another aspect is really twofold. First, I have “super sized” my way through my reading regimen. By this I mean to reference Morgan Spurlocks experimental documentary where he ate nothing but McDonald’s food for a month and how sick he got from eating a limited menu. In a manner of speaking I’ve been doing the same thing by reading bite-sized morsels from a small selection of writers. Second, when I reached five days of non-writing, I knew I was dry. I do not discount exhaustion from my schedule, but what happens if one does not eat? One grows weak. So I assess I am simply out of ammo. 


While I do not believe in writer’s block (as this post implies—one can write anything, anytime), but I do believe the mind needs be fed as the stomach. The spirit, too (my former employer was not kind to the soul and I need some recovery). I will say one tool is helpful and that is talk-to-text, which helps speed composition along. 


Two additional events occurred that also underscore my decision. First, a family checked into the hotel recently and there on top of their luggage was a small stack of books. I applauded the children for reading actual books! The second was interacting with our grandson: I’d rather him see me reading actual books (he loves to join me at my desk when I write) than on my phone or Kindle. Just so you know, we do read at bedtime. His first book was a childhood favorite called “Scuppers The Sailor Dog.” He has his own copy, of course. 


So I just need a little break to rest, rejuvenate, reload. See you soon!

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