As I glance at the bottom right corner of my computer screen, I can see that the clock reads, "5:42." That's p.m., of course. Friday as I worked on my second of hour of sitting in rush hour, weekend traffic watching line after line of severe thunderstorms roll through, I couldn't wait for the weekend to get here. Now it's already over.
This weekend in particular was the first in a while where I really got to recharge my batteries. It was the first in almost a month that I wasn't going somewhere or attending to some sort of family obligation. My wife and I spent some quality time with each other, and I finished quite a bit of work on my re-write.
I'm nearly halfway finished with it, and I have mixed feelings about the whole project. It's a good idea in theory, but my execution (as of today) is lacking in parts. Plus I'm already sick of it this go round. That's not a good thing, either, because when I get bored I tend to get sloppy. It would be ideal to take a break from "The Plunge" and go to work on something else, even if it is just a short story or a rough few pages of one of my future endeavors. I can't though. Every time I try to break away from writing (during my limited free time), I feel like I'm wasting hours of the day. There's a sense of urgency pressing against me, forcing me to go on even when I don't have the desire to do it anymore. I'm proud of my self for pushing through this valley, but it's not easy.
One thing I know for certain is that I'm prone to excess. Anything I do, I go after it too hard then subsequently flame out and crash. Weightlifting, videogames...you name it. I go for it then I want to throw up my hands in disgust. I plan on striving for a more balanced life, filled with all the things I enjoy instead of just a select few. Maybe that will buoy my spirits during the tough times.
I hope that you all have a great week. Until next time...
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