I don't live to write, nor do I write to live. That is not what this post is about. When giving advice about writing, many authors (including myself) say that it's important to read and to write. What they so often forget is to remind us to live. Without traveling, talking to friends and family, eating, loving, laughing, crying, fighting, getting sick and getting well again, agreeing and disagreeing, being too hot and too cold, we aren't living. And without living, how will we have anything interesting to write about?
So, what have I been doing for the past 10 days? I've been living. I haven't done any writing (though I cannot stop my writer brain from recording visions, smells, and sounds for future books...). I feel refreshed and ready to start typing again. Got writer's block? Live a little in order to write.