I haven’t done an actual blog post in a while because… well, I’ve been busy. Busy writing. Busy editing. Busy promoting. Am I complaining? Definitely not. Am I exhausted? You bet your ass I am.

Stupid random fact about me, I’m a night owl (or at least I used to be. Now I’m like a day owl… day bird? Whatever, you know what I mean.). I used to stay up until about two or three am every day with no problems. I’d get up in the morning (groggily, of course, because I hate mornings), do my thing and that would be that. Lather, rinse, repeat. Day after day with no issues. Until recently. Until I started writing every day. Until being an author took over my life and consumed me.

Now, the thing is, I love writing. I love the people I meet. I love putting all of my crazy ideas and characters to paper (or laptop) and finally getting them out of my head. But it is so unbelievably mentally draining.

As soon as my kids are in bed, I make their lunches, do dishes, then go to sleep. Half the time one of my boys are still awake. I never thought I would be the kind of person who goes to sleep before midnight, but alas, I barely make it past eleven anymore. And ironically, I’m still super tired in the morning, even if I’m getting more sleep.

Is there a point to this, other than me saying how tired I am? Yes, yes there is.

This afternoon, I made a post on Facebook about how after being on my computer all day, I was going to go for a walk, and instead grabbed a beer and my kindle and sat outside. I sat there for three glorious hours, the sun hitting my face, reading a book and falling in love with someone else’s characters. I devoured her words and got sucked into their world just like the old times.

I used to read a book a day (kid you not), and it was getting to the point (for the past almost two years) where I was lucky if I’d read a book a month. But the thing is, I love to read. It’s truly something I enjoy doing. I don’t do enough of it anymore. Especially since it’s something that de-stresses me, including my mind, which is so wrapped up in writing that I forget to breathe sometimes.

So this is me, reminding myself (and you if you want!) that it’s okay to take a damn break every once in a while. It’s okay to put writing aside and become absorbed in someone else’s words… after all, those people are the reason I’m here today, and if it wasn’t for my love of reading, I would never have found myself where I am today.