Well, for better or worse, I’ve survived the week.
It wasn’t always easy, and it certainly wasn’t always fun. In fact, I don’t think I ever had fun while doing a job I’ve never been fully trained for, there isn’t any documentation for, and I’m expected to do without error.
But at least I did it.
So now I’m looking forward to a weekend of writing. I’m going to push stuff out of my fingers even if it’s not part of either a book or a series. I’d actually like to try my hand at shorter stuff, like a serial of novellas, or something like that. So I’ll see what comes down the pike this weekend.
I’m not going to pressure myself to get anything written though. That seems to kill creativity as surely as too much job stress does. I have other things I have to accomplish this weekend, anyway. Not much, but a couple of things.
I have an appointment on Saturday morning and a date with some hair shears this evening, but the rest of the time should be mine to whatever comes to me. I’m very much looking forward to it, frankly, and I’m hoping for some mellow Merlot and good relaxation in between.
I’m not going to do much be decompress this weekend, whether I make it to the writing desk or not. I’m setting it as a goal for sure, but I won’t whip myself over not making it.
What about you? How are you fixed for the weekend?
See ya on the other side.