You know it’s time to take a break when your depression and anxiety cause your
houseplants to commit suicide and your usually exhuberant little Border Collie reverts to puppyhood and sucking his blanket.
Time for a time out. I’m taking a 30-day break from reality to calm down and re-learn how to breathe.
This is not an “Eat, Pray, Love” kinda thing, so much as a “Leave, Read, Try Not To Shoot Your Loved Ones” kinda thing.
I’m leaping into the unknown for just a little while, and I don’t know if I’ll have a job or a home when I get back. And that’s okay.
Wish me luck, or at least, a little peace.
And in the meantime, I’m going to be re-issueing chapters of SCOOP daily, going back to the beginning of my novel writing career. That’s always a good place to start . . .