Okay, I’m back to being a writer now, after taking several months off to do other things.
Here are some of the things I did:
Created a beautiful jungle garden in my backyard, which now has mint, basil, sunflowers, impatiens, primroses, petunias, ferns, sparrows, morning doves, bluejays, an occasional possum, and a half-feral orange cat.
Named the half-feral orange cat Beau, and convinced him that hanging around humans is not really that bad, especially when they put out food bowls for him.
Made friends with a 90 year old artist and his 70-something wife and made a video about him which you can view here.
Learned that doing something I know nothing about, like making videos, can be almost as rewarding as doing something that I know a little more about, like writing.
Took more photos.
Drew some cartoons and put them on my wall.
Thought occasionally about things I would write when I stopped taking my vacation from being a writer.
Sat in the garden with the sun on my face and the now not so feral orange cat in my lap, purring.
Sometimes silence can be more coherent than words. In the writing life, as in music, the pauses can create the rhythm that give the sounds meaning and movement.