Right now my novel is like a cone around my head. It’s all I see. It’s all I can think about. It’s my entire world.
But my best friend’s birthday is coming up in March. And I am going to take that weekend off and spend it with him. Which means I’m going to be working hard the next few weeks for that weekend.
We’re going to spend it in the city, discovering his new neighborhood. I’m excited. We’ve always been great co-explorers. We have a history of stumbling on the coolest things together. Of having adventures no one else could dream up.
Mind you, I’m not always writing. I’m doing laundry, taking care of my dog, cooking, sleeping, working out, teaching, reading, etc. Real life is still happening. But chore time also happens to be when my mind is secretly solving story problems. I need that alone time every day.
What are you working hard for? A trip? A birthday?