It has been a crazy couple of weeks for me.
For my day job, I work at a university admissions office. I’m happiest when I’m busy and things are swirling around me. I hate standing still, or worse waiting. My current position is more than happy to oblige.
And these past few weeks have been full of 40 plus weeks, plus trying to squeeze in a social life, husband and cat time, and novel writing time.
I’ve been writing about 400 words on my lunch break about 3-4 times a week. Plus trying to keep my house from looking like an episode of hoarders.
But it all came to a head this Saturday.
I woke up and sat in front of my computer and had every intention to pound away words on my first Saturday off in two weeks. I had lofty goals for word counts and blog posts.
My body and brain had other plans. It had declared war and took me hostage.
I found myself reading news websites, searching Imdb.com, looking through YouTube videos, and falling into the black hole of Wikipedia.
Oh sweet sweet internet
I looked up and it was 5pm. My brain needed a rest. It needed to do something other than work. It needed to bounce around in the madness of the internet and look at funny cats, celebrity news, and soak it in until I forgot the stresses of the week.
As a writer with a full time job, I always have so much on my plate. I schedule writing time, editing time, critique time, and even lunches and sleep. But I always forget about fun.
It didn’t even have to be a big expensive outing. For me it was catching up with the world and googling things I found on google and loosing myself in all sorts of media. I’m a full on internet nerd. I had to catch on meme’s, and my fav tumblr’s.
I think part of the reason fun is so forgettable is because writing is fun but it’s for a future fun. Each word we type gets us that much closer to our dream of quitting our day job for the freedom to work from home and write. The dream of doing what we love full time. There are days when I feel so close I can feel it prickle my skin but instead my alarm clock goes off again.
Writers need to have fun. It’s how we clear our minds and make space for new ideas for poems and stories. We don’t want our brains to turn into a really weird episode of hoarders.
Don’t let yourself forget about fun.
My goal for the week: schedule in video game and internet time.
My stubborn body will thank me for it.