All By Myself...
The kids are all in Florida for a week with their dad, and the past couple of days have been so quiet here. I thought I would enjoy the time to myself to get a ton of writing done, but I'm finding I'm not really doing much of that. Instead I watched movies yesterday, and today I'm cleaning out and organizing my desk drawers. This is the first time all three of them have been away from home for more than a weekend, and I need to keep busy or else I'll get lonely.
Tomorrow I'll be back to writing again. I have a deadline coming up very quickly and a rough draft to polish, but at this point I'm not rushing it. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet and taking some time to relax so I don't burn out, which I usually do during the summer trying to get so many things done at once.
What do you do when you have time for yourself? Do you write, or take some time to do other things you enjoy?
Tomorrow I'll be back to writing again. I have a deadline coming up very quickly and a rough draft to polish, but at this point I'm not rushing it. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet and taking some time to relax so I don't burn out, which I usually do during the summer trying to get so many things done at once.
What do you do when you have time for yourself? Do you write, or take some time to do other things you enjoy?
posted by Elisa at 7:41 AM
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Elisa,
That is soooo me! Whenever I get a block of time to myself...a weekend with DH at one of his union deals or the kids at my mom's for a few days...I think--I'll revise that ms, or I'll plot a new one, or whatever.
Never happens.
For me, without the kids, my routine is gone and I feel lost. I more or less drift through my day, accomplishing very little and then find myself frustrated because of it.
Seems the busier you are, the more you get done because you have to get it done.
Me too. DH was just gone for five days and I had grand plans of not cooking, putting the kids to bed early and writing as late as I wanted without hearing, "Are you done yet?"
Alas, my plans went down the toilet. The Gremlins wanted real food, not mac & cheese every night (damn them!), never went to bed when I wanted (and then were loud even after going to bed, making concentrating impossible), and by the time I finally got them settled down I was too pooped to work. Elisa, I have no idea how you do the single mom thing. I'm in awe. Seriously.
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