There are balances in our world that are forever tipping to one side or the other. My scale has been way over to the far side, with the majority of the past year focused on marketing and promoting my first book.
There are consequences though to becoming engaged in a single quest and ignoring other importances. My writing seems to be strangled by the issues of the world around me. I had switched my focus from taking time to capture my current thoughts to instead jotting down an idea, and hoping I can retrace that idea at a later time. That is not how I write, and I know that the craft I am learning requires better attention from me.
Writing is good for me because it keeps me still. When I am still, my spine has time to heal and recover from the physical activities I force upon it. Last year's busy time of travelling, carting books, and using all my energy to sell books created a consequence that I am once again having no choice but to address it.
My spine has decided to create new symptoms and challenges. My spine is my thermometer of what I should be doing. My spine helped create my first published book and is now telling me it's time to work on the second one.