Hard to say what happened this week, but I’ll tell you one thing that didn’t:
Book of M:
- Background Notes Wordcount: 0 words
- First Draft Wordcount: 0 words
Grand Total: 0 words
That’s right. Writing. It didn’t happen this week. I guess there was a lot of exhaustion on the part of both myself and Dear Wife. We did watch some Olympics, but less this week than last (the events we were primarily interested had already played out by the weekend). And we did do some work on the Home Project. But not as much as we really ought to have done.
Some weeks go that way, I suppose. More lately than we have in the past. It’s gotten me thinking this week about where the time actually all goes. What happens from day to day that keeps me from spending time doing anything productive – whether that’s writing, or Home Project stuff.
I guess, on a typical day, I get home from work around 6:00 to 6:30. There isn’t that much time – maybe a half hour, maybe an hour – to spend with my son. Sometimes we get dinner at about 7:00-ish. Then, before you know it, B.T. is getting ready for bed. By the time he’s falling asleep, it’s 8:30. Some days, Dear Wife and I are just then sitting down to dinner. But even if we got dinner earlier, there are dishes to do. Then getting ready for the next day – making and packing lunches, picking up just a little around the house, running loads of laundry, ironing shirts and so on. You know, all the little things involved in running a household that add up to a big chunk of time. If we’re lucky, it’s only 9:00 on a good day, and this is when I’d sit down to write, or we’d get started on Home Project activities. More often than not it’s well past 9:00. And we’re aiming to be winding down and bedward-bound by 10:00, because like most days we have an early start the next way.
Round and round we go. Continue reading
The Undiscovered Author 