For several days now I have struggled to get my work done. True, a visit yesterday to Caribou Coffee yielded a pretty good revision of a poem I’ve wanted to finish. Often a change of view will do that, give my battery a little jolt. This morning, though, I slogged through my journal, forced myself to the computer and did get a couple of time sensitive tasks finished. But there was no juice in any of them, only the minimal satisfaction of crossing them off the to-do list. What the h*&^?
Then it dawns on me: as my own boss, I don’t acknowledge my employee’s need for a vacation, even a long weekend. What an ass. Tonight I have a writing event, tomorrow morning another and Sunday afternoon another. Who schedules that much work on the weekend? Writers. Because many of us are otherwise employed, our writing and associated events take place after the daily grind and on weekends. Do I need to take my weekend in the middle? No, there are things in the middle of the week that I won’t miss. But maybe it’s okay to enjoy a game of computer mahjong or six between my daily work.
What do you, as a writer, do to recharge?