by Camela Thompson It has been one month and one day since I decided to take an extended break from work. I can't say that I regret a minute of it. The day I made the decision, I made a list of all of the things I've wanted to take care of in the house but couldn't get to. At first, I felt guilty if I didn't make progress on my list items before sitting down to write. Before the break, my day looked something like this: 6AM: WAKE UP 6:10: Exercise 6:45: Shower 7:00: Walk the dog 7:30: Finish getting ready for work 7:50: RUN TO THE BUS! 8:35: Sneak to my desk and pretend I got there five minutes earlier 12:00: Lunch 12:25: Back to work 5:10: RUN TO THE BUS! 6:25: Get home and stare at Television 7:00: Have food appear in front of face 8:00: Marketing/schedule posts for next day 9:00: Bed The highlight of my working day...seeing these two at the end Where did the writing go? I couldn't figure that out. I tried writing on the bus, but more often than not there was standing room only. I tried writing during the thirty minute lunch break, but I spent that time figuring out where I was in the plot and got in a couple hundred words. When I got home, I needed the time I had to unwind and eat. Not writing stressed me out. Not having the time to write except on weekends just wasn't working for me. I would have been able to figure out a better schedule eventually, but it would have been at a steep cost. I would have to give up working out and spend my spare minutes in the morning writing. Wake up a couple hours earlier. I made it work when I was getting up at 4:30. Getting home by three in the afternoon left me time to walk the dog, feed her, feed us, and then ignore my husband for a few hours while I wrote. This job was less flexible about schedule, so the writing would have been first thing in the morning instead. For the last two years, writing slowly became a priority. Whenever a time consuming hobby morphs into another job, more time goes out the window. Certain things needed to go. Non-essential cleaning, yard work, complex meals. If I didn't do them, they didn't get done at all. I'm not trying to throw my husband under the bus - he still did plenty. He made sure dishes made it into the dishwasher so we had things to eat on, he does the laundry, and vacuumed if I asked nicely. I kept the bathrooms and kitchen clean, but that was the extent of my priority list. Paperwork piled high on the dining room table. I didn't stay on top of my husband's propensity for being a pack rat. Things started piling up. LIterally. Part of someone's extensive shoe collection When I first decided to take a break, I had no idea how many things had slid into the periphery. The next morning was a wake up call. That first week - I spent cleaning. Eventually, I had to stop and work up a plan to make things more manageable. Each week, I tackle a room in the house and break it up into sections. I write when I feel the words are ready, and I use cleaning as a time to work through plot and character issues. Scrubbing and sorting lets my mind work through problems. A day out of the week is spent on yard work. What still surprises me is how easy it is to avoid writing altogether. There is so much to do, I could easily spend the next two months making the yard presentable along with sorting my entire house. I decided exercise needed to go beyond long walks with the dog and have started a Couch to 5k program. The dog consistently opts out, and I have to cajole her into the long walk. She is rather fantastic at helping me write, though. Now days look more like this:
8AM: Wake up to dog hitting me on the head with her paw 8:10: Feed dog 8:20: Clean Kitchen 9: Marketing 10:30: Write or clean 11:30: Walk Dog 12:00: Go for run 1:00: Shower & Eat 2:00: Run Errands 3:00: Write 5:00: Start Dinner 6:00: Spend time with husband 9:00: Write again or watch TV 11:00 Go to bed I thought I would spend all day writing. I think it will become more of a priority as this break nears an end, but for now, I'm just trying to be okay with what I get done in a day.
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Sharon Thompson
5/18/2015 03:44:48 am
We will come in July and totally mess with the schedule and the house. Can't wait!
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5/20/2015 01:25:03 am
This probably means I need to move all of the boxes out of that back room :) Then again, the giant couch is probably more comfortable than the air mattress for Brina.
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