Normally, Monday is one of my favorite days of the week--being a mother/housewife type person, weekends are my busiest days since all the family is home and since I save up my big housework projects for those days in order to leave myself some quiet time during weekdays for writing.
Today, we have overcast skies and freezing rain. Very light freezing rain, just enough to make the streets a little slick and the parking lots a little more slick, not enough to close down schools. (At least, not in Indiana.) Joey is home sick with a nasty head cold, the kind where your nose either runs constantly or stuffs up so you can't breathe, and neither option will let you sleep much. He spent the night in his dad's recliner to try and find a comfortable position, but he was wiped out this morning, so I kept him home. I spent the night waking up every hour or so to listen for him, and he got me up at 2am to see if he could take more cold medicine. In short, there is much weariness in this house this morning.
And I just do NOT feel like tackling anything writing-related this morning. At all. I don't feel like reworking any of the chapters I know need to be reworked. I don't feel like writing any of the new scenes that need to be written. I don't feel like digging up the next potential market for "Wings" and getting it ready to mail again. I just. Don't. Want. To.
So maybe I won't. I haven't given myself a day off for quite some time now. And my original game plan was to write mostly Tues. through Thurs. and squeeze some hours from the weekend to give myself 15-20 hours a week for writing. I've been putting in 20-30 hours a week, rolling through Monday and Friday as well as every other day of the week, because it's been going strong and I've felt like it. But that doesn't mean I have to keep up that schedule, just because I can. A day off is OK.
My boss really needs to stop being such a guilt trip sometimes, y'know?
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