It was during one of my frequent breaks from writing – where I push myself away from the computer, get up, stroll around, and stare out the window, hoping that the words I’m searching for will suddenly appear – that I saw something better than words. About twenty yards past my deck, a cougar padded along the field and into the underbrush.
A cougar! Right here! I saw it! Yes, it was fleeting (a few seconds is all), but it was a cougar all right. Or else, one giant housecat. Its motion was so fluid, like a river, and it blended into its background like it was wearing camouflage. If it hadn’t been for the movement, I would have missed it for sure.
Oh, and the break part, let’s not forget about that. At one point in time I used to admonish myself for taking them. Stay with the writing, I’d tell myself. Stick with it, or you’ll never finish what you start. That was the old days, when I wasn’t sure if I would ever finish something. But with experience – I did finish – comes insights. And, the ability to give yourself permission.
Give yourself permission to take breaks from your writing. Look out the window. Who knows what you might see.
I love taking braks or I would go crazy.math since ect.i love moving targets my teacher is reading it to me and my class.
Glad you like the book, Dora, and it’s good to hear you like taking breaks, too. I don’t know what I’d do without them!
I guess you won’t be doing any writing OUTSIDE on that deck… you never know what might sneak up on you.
Fortunately, the deck is high off the ground. But, then again, I don’t know the leaping capacity of those creatures. Maybe I’ll just stay inside…