Just right now, I'm sick of reading. I feel like all I've done for the past three months is read, analyze, and edit text, day in and day out. I'm at the point now where I feel like a text processing machine. My eyes flinch at the sight of print. I'm out on my deck as I write this, and my gaze keeps on straying upward, to the leaves of the trees, blowing in the breeze.
I am so ready to leave revising behind for a while and get on to some uncritical, fluid, first draft writing!