...and I'm starting Monday morning stressed out over it.
Meaning, I wanted to accomplish more work than I did. If I was having this conversation with someone else, I'd be chastising him/her for not allowing much-needed white space into that life.
Now that I'm in a "real" office, my work days are very mentally intense, especially since I choose not step away from the computer very often (lunch box filled with food and water right at my feet, why move?)
Fortunately, I can choose to change that last bit very soon. Two weeks, in fact, and, strangely, I'm feeling optimistic and somewhat excited, which I did not expect to feel. More on that later.
So back to the weekend. On Friday, I detailed my work schedule for this week, with a stack of work I wanted to accompish Saturday and Sunday to make that happen. Like so many times, every item on my "to-do" list doesn't quite make it over to the "ta-da" list as quickly and neatly as I like.
And what DID I do this weekend?
* Watched two episodes of Family Guy with Daniel (Because of conflicting schedules, I rarely see Daniel, except on the weekends. He turned me onto the show and especially looks for Stewie and Brian episodes for me).
* Did a little writing, a little reading, and fell asleep
Saturday
* Caught up on email, listened to music, and took a nap
* Ran errands
* Went to Morris to see the baby
* Did laundry
* Did an interview
* Took a power walk and then
* Walked to the mall with Daniel for Gloria Jean coffee and then to the dollar store for water
* Watched two more episodes of Family Guy
* Printed out my notes for Before the Blood, a several hour process
Sunday
* Sorted through four loads of laundry (convoluted story)
* Caught up (sort of) on Bryony stuff
* Wrote two first drafts
* Attended church forty miles away AND
* An Easter brunch following services
* Ran a few errands
* Rebekah came home shortly after we did, so I listened to her recount her weekend
* Spent a couple of hours editing feature briefs
But...but...I wanted to write three more stories!
Sometimes, I think I should pare down my expectations...except without those unrealistic expectations, I wouldn't come close to reaching my goals. so what's a delusional writer to do?
Stay unrealistic.
Applaud the victories, forgive the defeats.
Revise that list and move on.
Because, ah yes, revisions are at the heart of what I do.
Meaning, I wanted to accomplish more work than I did. If I was having this conversation with someone else, I'd be chastising him/her for not allowing much-needed white space into that life.
Now that I'm in a "real" office, my work days are very mentally intense, especially since I choose not step away from the computer very often (lunch box filled with food and water right at my feet, why move?)
Fortunately, I can choose to change that last bit very soon. Two weeks, in fact, and, strangely, I'm feeling optimistic and somewhat excited, which I did not expect to feel. More on that later.
So back to the weekend. On Friday, I detailed my work schedule for this week, with a stack of work I wanted to accompish Saturday and Sunday to make that happen. Like so many times, every item on my "to-do" list doesn't quite make it over to the "ta-da" list as quickly and neatly as I like.
And what DID I do this weekend?
* Watched two episodes of Family Guy with Daniel (Because of conflicting schedules, I rarely see Daniel, except on the weekends. He turned me onto the show and especially looks for Stewie and Brian episodes for me).
* Did a little writing, a little reading, and fell asleep
Saturday
* Caught up on email, listened to music, and took a nap
* Ran errands
* Went to Morris to see the baby
* Did laundry
* Did an interview
* Took a power walk and then
* Walked to the mall with Daniel for Gloria Jean coffee and then to the dollar store for water
* Watched two more episodes of Family Guy
* Printed out my notes for Before the Blood, a several hour process
Sunday
* Sorted through four loads of laundry (convoluted story)
* Caught up (sort of) on Bryony stuff
* Wrote two first drafts
* Attended church forty miles away AND
* An Easter brunch following services
* Ran a few errands
* Rebekah came home shortly after we did, so I listened to her recount her weekend
* Spent a couple of hours editing feature briefs
But...but...I wanted to write three more stories!
Sometimes, I think I should pare down my expectations...except without those unrealistic expectations, I wouldn't come close to reaching my goals. so what's a delusional writer to do?
Stay unrealistic.
Applaud the victories, forgive the defeats.
Revise that list and move on.
Because, ah yes, revisions are at the heart of what I do.
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