This morning, my writing to-do list was full. I was going to finish two blog posts, wrap up a Facebook group project and work on a plot for this teen novel I’m cooking up. I felt rested and inspired. Today was going to be a good writing day.
Then I decided to go to yoga.
Nearly every morning after preschool drop offs, I head to one of the local gyms. Yoga is usually a precursor to thoughtful writing. But it wasn’t today. We had to pick a word to focus on at the beginning of class. I realized I was getting antsy just thinking about everything I wanted to accomplish. I decided to think of the word calm as we went through our vinyassas.
I think it got me a little too calm. After class, I got into a two-hour discussion with a friend about everything from Obama-care torte reform to preschool enrichment programs. As for writing, I didn’t do squat.
But I did clear my head. I did work out a few kinks in that plot while I was doing other seemingly mindless stuff. Sometimes the best writing days are when I’m not writing.