Take five days off from writing to tend to a surgery-recovering spouse, ignore the cast of characters who had just been let loose on the page for the first time when I stopped last Wednesday, and boy do they have a lot to say. I had to run around the house this morning clutching a notepad and pen, stopping in the middle of making breakfast, riding the bike, feeding the dog, making the bed, cleaning up last night's detritus from my MIL's 83rd birthday party, to scribble story notes--snatches of dialogue and character struggles, a bit of violent stage business, Willa's unexpected ferocity and Neil's humiliation and Anni's blind spot, and the bit out of Job that I think will end the current chapter--fast, fast, fast before I lost it all.
So nice. My characters wouldn't shut up this morning, starting at 5am. It was a blessing, for which I promptly thanked the Lord (I was in the middle of praying when it started; my characters are no respecters of my privacy).
As disjointed as it made my morning from devotions onward, it is SO much better than coming to the computer as a blank slate and having to fight my way back into the writing, which is often the case for me after taking so many days off in a row.
Happy writer today!