By Claire Booth
A while back
I wrote about the power of rote work. I was building a brick planter in the
yard and it became a meditative assignment that helped my mind to wander in
directions that benefited my writing.
Lately (and
by that I mean since mid-March, when—you know—stuff happened) I’ve needed
something that will work twofold. First, just like before, I need a task that’s
engaging enough to use part of my brain but not all. I’m still writing a book,
and I still have plot points that need working out in that free space my mind get
when doing the right level of task.
Second, though,
I needed something to do. In the
house. All the time. And since pacing the floors was starting to freak the dogs
out, I turned to something I hadn’t done much in years. It’s something quite a
few of you mentioned in response to my question with last year’s post.
What do you
do to keep yourself occupied just enough to let your mind roam free? And use
(in today’s Covid world) to keep from going crazy?
Puzzles. Lots
of them. And I’m not the only one. Sales have gone through the roof since the
pandemic started. I pulled out my old ones and got some new ones. An order I
placed three months ago is set to arrive this week. I’m very excited. So are
the dogs. They’re tired of the pacing.
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