You’d think that vacation would be the best time for actually getting a post up at a reasonable hour, wouldn’t you? You’d be wrong, though. I have nothing but time on my hands right now, spent half of the day wondering what I should do with my time, and still managed to accomplish what feels like exactly nothing.
I think the problem started with not getting out of bed. I woke up at a reasonable hour, but I’m trying to finish reading through a series I borrowed from Mom so I can return it to her this weekend before borrowing a new one. (My mother has a better sci-fi/fantasy collection than my local library. When she buys a series, she buys the whole darn thing.) Staying in bed to read is something I haven’t actually done much of since college, largely because lounging around like that makes my body all sluggish and sore. Am I turning into an old fuddy-duddy prematurely? Yes, yes I am.
When I finally managed to drag myself out of bed, I ran (i.e., mostly walked) a very half-hearted three miles, which took forever because I was sore. Then I wrestled with my old and cranky sewing machine to try to do a few simple hems for a work project. That project should have taken me twenty minutes. It took me two hours.
Somehow those little tasks carried me all the way past lunchtime into the early afternoon, when I realized I should probably shower off the sweat from my run at some point in the day. I had also decided to oil my hair this morning, so the shower turned into a battle to get the visible majority of the oil back out of my hair.
I realized halfway through the shower that I hadn’t put up a blog post yet, but as soon as I got dressed, my phone rang and my awesome new freelance boss had some stuff for me to work on. I hate to say it, but turning my time into money is currently somewhat higher up my priority list than writing my own blog. Eventually the one might equal the other, but I suspect that’s a fair way off.
Tired and out of sorts as my overslept-in body has been all day, I completely forgot about my blog until I had been working on my next novel for about an hour. I won’t apologize for putting that first–my hope for vacation is always to get some real writing done–but when I looked at the clock and realized it was already four, I was completely flabbergasted. That is why my blog post is retracing the minute steps of my day–I am desperately trying to figure out where my writing vacation has gone. Where does it always go?
One thing is for sure–I get a lot more done in a day where I get up at five instead of eight.