“MAN WAS MADE AT THE END OF THE WEEK WHEN GOD WAS TIRED”
Man gets tired to0, I’ll have you know!
I normally have pretty good stamina when it comes to writing—I regularly work ten hour days or more—but, after a particularly hard burst of work, a reaction can set in.
This morning, despite sleeping well, it hit with a vengeance. I should have stayed in bed if I had any sense, but instead was compelled by my work ethic to drag myself out of bed and go stare at the computer. Madness! A writer should know his limitations.
It’s actually very important to balance work and rest—but if you want to know how to do that, I’m the wrong person to read. I love to write and only stop when exhausted.
When you are really tired, the core problem isn’t how you feel, but the fact that you can’t think straight—and that is no way to work given that writing is primarily about thinking.
Time to go to a walk and re-charge. Time to do something other that writing to relax. Time to sleep. I am really, absolutely, and completely wiped. But I feel ok otherwise. I’ve been very productive recently.
Immensely satisfying. This, as far as I am concerned, is what life is all about.