After a lovely weekend with my family, hanging out and doing not-much, I spent Monday night being woken up at 2, 4, 5, 6, and why, yes, 7 am. That set the tone for the rest of the week, with me struggling to keep functioning (and not have a road accident) while running a sleep deficit. I feel much better rested today, which menat that I spent time writing drawing playing piano mopping floors, cleaning the bathroom, tidying the kitchen and baking a mound of scones.
I still have one more story on my plate to revise and send out (soon, soon, really!). Unfortunately, while I am no longer a zombie, I’m still burned out, and in a dry place, writing-wise. I need to push through this revision and treat myself to some fun writing. What that will be, I do not know yet. I have several story ideas rattling around my head, but somehow, they’re not quite what I need to do. I have a tendency to turn everything I’m passionate about into stressful joyless work and right now, I want–no, need–to let myself play at my writing.
How’s everyone else doing?
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