This weekend I spent the whole thing working. I wish I could say I was immersed in a current WIP or even the Round Robin writing expedition that Karla and I are going to embark on (more on that later), but I can't
It was work pure and simple.
It was hard and challenging and I learned quite a bit but I found myself fighting the urge to check twitter and the rest of my social media outlets every hour than every thirty minutes, than every five. After eight hours of keeping my nose to the grindstone I decided I could reward myself and spend the next couple of hours writing.
It didn't work out quite the way that I hoped.
Here is my question. How come when I go shopping and want to spend money I can't find anything to buy? That is how I felt about my writing after working all day. When I finally carved out some precious time to do what I had wanted to do for myself all day I had literally nothing to say. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
I tried going back and looking at older works. No inspiration whatsoever.
I tried turning on the tunes. I just sat there singing into my stapler.
I was flummoxed. Finally after an hour, an hour which I should mention that I can never get back, I moved on to something else.
I am currently working on a book for my sister-in-law. As you know she had her baby boy in August. While she was pregnant we designed and maintained a website all things about upcoming baby including a daily blog which I maintained on her behalf. Now I am converting it into a hardback book as a gift for her and the baby. Something he will have as he grows into adulthood.
It gave my brain a rest from writing and was something fun to do. But here is my dilemma. I believe in setting aside time to write everyday. But what do I do when the words won't come. I don't want to abandon my me time, but I also don't want to sit and stare into space for an hour or longer because my sunbathing muse has suddenly deserted me for better climes.