This involved inhaling crackers, watching approximately 20 hours of television and movies, sleeping a whole heck of a lot and then sitting around doing nothing, (by that I mean tooling unconstructively on the internet.)
I can't say that I want to do that in such concentrated amounts again for a while.
I have also been rereading Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline. He says we should take retreats. Retreats to look at where our life has come from, and where it is going. (could be in terms of successes and failures), retreats to seek solitude, retreats to do whatever it is that reconnects you with God.
I can't say that's what my retreat from the world was, in fact, I'd be tempted to say it was the opposite. Still and all, it was a retreat, and maybe that's what I wanted.
Also: I do/ am want to/ going to write more. And we all know your best writing doesn't always come spur of the moment. It's more likely to come if you do it a lot, and weed through the junk as you may.
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