Wednesday, July 11, 2012
"Lots of women don't work," my inner whiner grumbles, "why do I have to?"
The simple answer is "because you like living indoors," of course, but I came away from last week off with a different take.
I need the structure.
Without an 8 a.m. deadline looming in front of me, I didn't get out of bed at 5.
Since I wasn't up at 5, I didn't go to the gym. (It's open later, of course, but 5:30 is when all my buddies are there.)
Some days, I struggled to remember to brush my teeth before noon.
The truth is, I just don't know what to do with that much spare time.
It didn't help that My Little Town spent most of last week auditioning for the role of Hell in a new production of Paradise Lost and it was just too freaking hot to do anything outdoors, but even without that complication I was a hot mess.
I did manage to add 10,000 words to my manuscript over the 9-day period, but to tell you the truth, I can do that, or better, when I'm working.
Someday, perhaps as soon as 3-and-a-half years from now, possibly as much as 8 or 10, I will retire.
When that happens, I'm probably going to turn into Jabba the Hut.