So this week I’ve been rather busy. I’ve been running around with extra shifts at work, with planning for a little project that might yet turn into a big project, and lots of other things meaning that I’ve not been able to do a lot of writing. Well, any writing. That calendar is still there, the dates are burning into my mind, but I’ve just not had five minutes to sit down and write.
Well, that’s not true. I’ve managed to notch up some time on Battlefield 3. About an hour the other day. That game is awesome.
And I cleaned the rug. That took twenty minutes.
Oh, and I played with the cat for 3.5 minutes.
This is me. I'm awesome at this. Not so much at writing.
Should I feel guilty for the above infringements? I don’t think so. Yes, I could have spent the time in front of the computer, feverishly typing. I could have torn my hair out trying to come up with plot twists, or character development, or planning a decent blog title pun. I eventually gave up. I’m sorry, it just wouldn’t have been any good.
Everyone needs that time to unwind, and that isn’t a weakness. It’s part of human nature. If we didn’t sit down and do what relaxed us – not like that – we’d be far too uptight and too annoyed to do anything of use. Be that sleep properly, or write properly.
The problem is, planning things out to ensure that you have time to write at the end of it.
I didn’t do that this week, which is why this post is so short. And bitty, and annoying.
I really apologise.
Never mind, next week’ll be better. If I stay clear of Battlefield.
