EMBRACE THE PAUSE I got bit by the writing bug early. By the time I was thirteen, I knew I wanted to write books. I sold my first short story in 1986, and I’ve been writing ever since. But where I used to be able to write for six, eight, even ten hours a day (with the help of enough coffee and Doritos—hey, it was college), now, as I am entering my mid-to-late career, I simply can’t. Even when the fingers are willing, the brain simply is not. And that’s okay. This has not been the easiest lesson, but I’ve started to welcome those times when my brain pauses for breath, even when they last for a couple of days. They give me time to consider what I’ve written, and to look ahead and assess my plans. I reorient and readjust to the changes I’ve created. The most difficult part is to really believe that the pause is not permanent. Like a lot of authors, I’m a control freak, and not being in control of my own process is, frankly, a bitch. But I can choose to trust that I’m not done. My brain is still working. I can take the time to read, to research, to get out in the fresh air, or go for a swim. The pause is just that. A pause. The thinking is coming back into balance with the actual writing, and the writing is better for it. Everybody’s process is their own, but if yours is including more pauses, then take a deep breath and let yourself reset, reconsider, and readjust. And maybe get out in the fresh air. |