Yesterday I took the day off. It’s not something I do often.
It’s not that I’m a workaholic (OK, yeah. I am.), but think about all the things we write every day.
There are Facebook posts, text messages, journal entries. I come across an idea in my day and I’m jotting it down in my phone or on a scrap of paper – whatever’s handy.
It’s not that I’m a workaholic (OK, yeah. I am.), but think about all the things we write every day.
There are Facebook posts, text messages, journal entries. I come across an idea in my day and I’m jotting it down in my phone or on a scrap of paper – whatever’s handy.
Well yesterday, I did none of that. Sure I responded to a few texts from friends, but only when prompted. And I posted my successful deck staining on Instagram, cause you can’t not brag about that online. I caught up on housework and started a new book. I took a leisurely bath. I drank cold beer and watched bad TV.
But I didn’t open the laptop and I used a pen only to sketch a pretty piece of art for my desk.
When I went to bed last night I slept like the dead. I wasn’t chasing ideas around in my head or creating significant plot points; my usual nightly routine.
I woke up this morning refreshed and thinking about how excited I was to start writing today.
So here I am working on something special that’s coming up in the next few weeks and I felt I needed to share this tiny experience; this joyful awakening to something I love to do.
On this Thanksgiving weekend, the desire to write is something I’m extremely grateful for. The ability to write and to be able to make a living from it; that’s the icing on the cake of my writerly life.
Despite deadlines and plans and all the work I’m pushing forward in the next few weeks, I have promised myself I will take more days off. Away from typing and digging around for ideas and silently correcting the spelling and grammar in my friends messages and online postings.
Today, I write.
But I didn’t open the laptop and I used a pen only to sketch a pretty piece of art for my desk.
When I went to bed last night I slept like the dead. I wasn’t chasing ideas around in my head or creating significant plot points; my usual nightly routine.
I woke up this morning refreshed and thinking about how excited I was to start writing today.
So here I am working on something special that’s coming up in the next few weeks and I felt I needed to share this tiny experience; this joyful awakening to something I love to do.
On this Thanksgiving weekend, the desire to write is something I’m extremely grateful for. The ability to write and to be able to make a living from it; that’s the icing on the cake of my writerly life.
Despite deadlines and plans and all the work I’m pushing forward in the next few weeks, I have promised myself I will take more days off. Away from typing and digging around for ideas and silently correcting the spelling and grammar in my friends messages and online postings.
Today, I write.