You know what I wanted to do today? Sit on the couch and finish reading Pigs in Heaven for my book group.
What I did do today -- not much. Stared at my computer. Answered a couple emails. Searched for sources. Stuff I needed to do, but it didn't make a dent.
It was one of those days. I'm tired because I think I'm coming down with the husband's cold. Or at least his sore throat. I'm cranky because I got some emails I didn't want to deal with. I'm staring at writing but my brain isn't functioning. I don't like days like this.
But going to read a book when I should be working? I don't know if I could do that. I took a nap once because I was up 3 hours earlier than usual and wiped out. I'll take a few hours in an afternoon to go downtown, but I'm usually on a mission to meet up with other writers or write. I know the beauty of freelancing is the ability to say, okay, it isn't working for me today, and I don't have deadlines, so I'm going to take some me time. And I need me time. But it's still hard to do it during the day.
I guess the trade off is, I knock off early this afternoon and then maybe I'll have the energy to write tonight. Play time, the way I see it, needs to be made up somewhere.
I'm a workaholic, is the bottom line.