First, I'd like to confess. I don't draw. I'm no good at it, and it feels awkward. Downright painful sometimes. But it's one of those things I would like to do. For no good reason other than I want to. I find that's often the best reason to do anything.
So, I pulled out a pencil, some sketching paper, and a children's drawing book. Actually, I tried an old, public domain drawing book first, but I felt like it skipped a LOT of steps. You know, like how in the world do people achieve that quick, graceful, fluid sketching style? That's when I went to the kid's book. First assignment: drawing lines. Warm-ups. Exactly.
I still stink at it, but now I'm spending at least fifteen minutes each afternoon sketching. Drawing lines. Whatever. It's soul-filling and freeing.
And feeding my muse.
You see, I was so enamored with being in story-writing mode again that I forgot how valuable it can be to experiment with other creative outlets when writing. It sets the corners of your brain on fire. And instead of being a distraction, I find that when I do go back to writing, I have an amazing amount of focus. Not to mention wonderful new ideas.