The break stretched a little longer than I had imagined, taking Monday with it as well. Still, it has really done me some good. I worried that getting back into writing was just a fling, but I the past weekend and today's writing has taught me otherwise. It's simply a matter of not letting my own expectations poison things, and instead be satisfied with what I write. I had rapidly gotten into an unhealthy state where I would beat myself up over what I wrote, and how much, lose motivation to write, and then write even less. Repeat.
Hopefully, I can avoid that, at least for a little while. I've decided to have at least 1 day a week where I don't think about writing, publishing or anything to do with it. With a little luck, that'll be enough to keep me away from the negative loop.
Still, it's good to be back to writing. The words flowed easily today, but I've decided to stop for today, while it's still good. Maybe I'll continue tonight? Maybe I won't. I've already written more than I expected to.
This is how it should be. Passion driving things, instead of obligation and self-reinforcing bad conscience.