Forty-one hours this week though that wasn’t intentional. But I did extra work in advance to make up for the time I’d be spending giving blood Thursday. But it took less time than planned, and I forgot you’re not supposed to exercise after donating, so I had my normal exercise break to write.
I kept up my Demand Media work, watched my full slate of time-travel movies, ordered various posters as illustrations for the book, and worked some of the movie-credits section. I did not manage to start submitting stories again, but I did get in my next And column (not out yet). So productive.
But exhausting. Thursday afternoon, I felt like I was completely melting, probably because the extra work had wiped me out. So I stopped an hour early and did little but pet Trixie and Plushie (cover art by Dick Dillin and Charles Cuidera, all rights with current holder). It really is surprisingly demanding (compared to what I’d have thought a year ago) doing that much work while watching over the pups. Lord knows what it’ll be like when I’m writing more hours instead of watching movies.
Surprisingly I haven’t suffered the massive attacks of monkey mind I do sometimes when I’m stressed out. I’m staying focused, or reasonably so — dealing with dogs definitely isn’t stressful the way caring for a sick TYG can be.
But I do feel more exhausted than usual in the evenings. Partly that’s because an evening of writing/dog care segues into an evening of dog care (even though TYG helps) so I don’t really feel as if I’ve taken a break. I need to work more on that.
Okay, enough grousing. The fact is, I made 40 hours a week consistently this month, met my writing goals and still managed to be a good father to our furry children. This is a good thing. Rejoice!
