Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
That’s what my author brain screams when I've had too much worry (are my book babies okay out there in the world?), emotional digging (building believable characters), and yardstick measuring (who am I kidding, I don’t measure up to all those wonderful authors).
So I do. I retreat into my comfy shell and rest (well, not really rest. I do laundry. Lots of it.). Retreating is necessary in my world and I've grown to accept it.
It doesn't take long for me to venture back out of my shell and when I do, I’m more than ready to jump in and get going again.
I give myself permission both for retreat, and re-entry because after all, nobody knows what’s best for me better than I do.