Can’t take my own advice, or can I?

I’ve just returned from a nice little walk where I’ve reached a decision about something that has been plaguing me for a while.  For the last few months, I’ve felt burned out writing-wise.  Given the twenty or so projects I’m working on, that shouldn’t be too surprising.  Trying to force myself to keep writing hasn’t been all that effective.  During my walk, I remembered what I did in similar, stressful situations back in college.  I’d take a day off.  I’d go to my classes, but I wouldn’t do any classwork.  A day (or two) spent listening to music, playing video games, reading, etc., was a great way to reduce stress.  So I figured I should do the same with the stress from my writing.  But I don’t think a day or two will be all I need.  Instead of trying to force myself to write, I’ll take a week or two and catch up on my reading, watch some movies, do stuff other than write and see if that will be a kinder, gentler way to ease back into writing.

So, five minutes after I decided to take a break from writing, I’m walking back to my apartment and I started composing a poem about having your wings clipped by your job.  Dammit.