I’ve had a very busy beginning to my writing career. If I don’t have edits to work on or something either being published, or submitted every month I feel as if I’m slacking. I think it stems from my father who tends to be a man never content with what has been accomplished. There was rarely a moment of “Yes, look at us, we’ve accomplished this thing.” No, it was always more about “Onward! We have people to see and places to go!” Rarely a moment of enjoying having reached a goal. I guess I developed a sort of hamster on a wheel out look to life. Hurry, hurry. Someone else is going to get all the alfalfa pellets!
The way I was raised has actually made me a person who is afraid of down time. That is dangerous, especially to creative types. How do you come up with fresh and interesting ideas if you never take the time to watch a movie or read a book? These are the things that inspired you originally to become a writer and now you have no time for them because you are WORKING HERE!
The good thing is I’ve started noticing this in myself. I’m trying to enjoy the little things in life more and not be guilty because I’m not working at all times. Even machines will over heat, and break if you never turn them off. And if you never take time off you will suffer, and so will your writing. Yes, I still feel the initial twinge of distress as I close my WORD program for the evening. But I find it easier to ignore the more I do it. I’ll admit I keep my laptop open so I could write if I wanted. It’s a weird little psychological game I play with myself. But it seems to work.
So I guess what I’m saying is; you’ll actually never get everything done if you don’t stop working. Crazy, huh?