June 7, 2009
As planned, I accomplished next to nothing on the writing front all weekend. I spent time with my wife, ran errands, recuperated from a terrible sore throat, went to a cookout at my parents’ house, went for an ice cream cone, mowed the lawn, treated the pool…and just kind of unwound for a change. And it was nice, I have to say. It’s the kind of thing I do so rarely, next to never, that it feels strange when it happens, but I realize how important it is. Periodic decompression is a necessity for any human being. Do I still feel guilty about not accomplishing much writing-wise? Absolutamente! In fact, I’m even wrestling with it a bit this evening. I know it was for the best, but I can’t help hating myself a little for leaving my writing tasks by the wayside. On the other hand, I’m glad I got some fresh air and down time; I’ll be spending the next five days in a chair in an office at my day job, and the outdoor activity will help me get through the climate-controlled hours ahead. And frankly, this week looks to be a butt-kicker, so I’m truly grateful that I managed to kick back a little while I could. I have to admit, for once, it really feels like I had an actual weekend! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go bully myself into jumping back into the groove tomorrow and getting the writing train back on its tracks. See you soon.
