Respite

I told myself I wouldn't read a page or write a word of fiction for one day. Last night, I even picked up O magazine to satisfy my eyes (I tried buying one of those trashy women's magazines, but just couldn't do it). So far today, I've read a Ron Carlson story aloud to Bryan ("Nightcap") and wrote a possible first line (always negotiable in such an early stage) to a new story. I thought I needed a day away, but perhaps the fact that I can't keep my distance means good things are coming.