There was little to no writing last evening, and in light of my recent experiences, I’m telling myself that that is okay.
I’ve had a fiercely strong hypocritical streak in me for a long time: telling other writers to not be so harsh on themselves when I am my own worst critic and mean coach. I couldn’t (and still can’t, really) stand it when I am making towards bed or turning on a game without having made just a little progress in one writing project or another.
But as my wife, several friends, and I, myself have said in the past: “You’ll get there, one day.”
So, stumbling through the door after a 10hr shift and tumbling the kids into their beds, I debated taking out the tablet and beginning what the 7yr calls “Dad’s night-work” of pummeling across the keyboard in hopes of coherent sentences.
I knew I wanted to progress in the story (something that might be an essay later on if I don’t first talk to the psychologist friend about it) but my belly was screaming at me, there were dishes that needed cleaning, and honestly, I needed sleep more than I needed answers.
A weird twist for a nerd, I know. I did make a note that I’d use the half-day today to work on my outlines and the SWRPG story, and fought off the nagging self-chastisement that was haunting me as I staggered to bed.
Sometimes, you need a real night off that isn’t executive dysfunction.
Stay safe out there, folks! Don’t forget to take care of yourself along the way.
-JB Swift
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