make something. - by Erin Boyle - Tea Notes

It’s almost Christmas. Two of my three children were sent home sick from school yesterday and so among other things, getting semi-cogent thoughts on the page has been repeatedly sidelined. Of course, getting sidelined is sometimes exactly what needs to happen. It’s the twentieth of December and I can feel myself starting to power down. I’ve started to daydream about what novels I will devour in front of the fire at my mom and dad’s house over the holidays. I’ve let my desk get overrun with Christmas presents in progress. Over the next few days, and in the languid, lazy week before the New Year, I’ll be turning off my writing brain for a bit and settling into a different kind of space and pace that lets me recharge a bit. I’ve been thinking a lot about making things. The book, always. But the act, especially. Tea Notes is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Upgrade to paid Earlier in the week, when I firs

It’s almost Christmas. Two of my three children were sent home sick from school yesterday and so among other things, getting semi-cogent thoughts on the page has been repeatedly sidelined. Of course, getting sidelined is sometimes exactly what needs to happen. It’s the twentieth of December and I can feel myself starting to power down. I’ve started to daydream about what novels I will devour in front of the fire at my mom and dad’s house over the holidays. I’ve let my desk get overrun with Christmas presents in progress. Over the next few days, and in the languid, lazy week before the New Year