Posted by I always confine myself for awhile after giving birth, mostly to protect my baby from THE WORLD and all the diseases that come with it — a mild cold for an adult can be a hospital trip for a newborn, after all. So, baby’s first month is always spent in the safety of home.
This time though, I feel like I’ve been “lying in” since March (y’all know why). I’m already feeling restless, and I really want to go out and buy some fabric, or something. I’m not really picky, as long as it’s different scenery. Even *I* have my limits.
Which is making it hard to think clearly.
But I’m not taking a tiny baby OUT THERE. Especially not this year.
I can’t help but suspect that this restlessness is the reason why I can’t stop rewriting the same paragraph over and over with my fiction. It always feels wrong, and I just can’t commit to it. So I delete the words, type new ones, and decide I don’t like those either.
Ugh.
Maybe I can get my husband to take us all out on a long drive this weekend.
Hmm, I frequently have the same problem, until I give up, wince, and remind myself it’s just a draft that will languish for the next decade. But good point about going out, on a drive at least. Nothing like seeing more than four walls to get the gears churning again.
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