I am so burned out. I’ve been writing at a breakneck pace for more than a year, and I’ve had the kids home, bouncing off the walls, dealing with loss and fear caused by the pandemic for nine months.
But I keep dragging myself forward on the novel I’m writing.
I keep wondering if I should take a break. Surely, after writing three novels in fourteen months, I’ve earned a break?
And yet, writing is what holds me together. Believing the books I write matter is what pulls me forward. And I need to be held together and pulled forward.