Some mornings it feels like the whole day is stretched in front of me, endless. The clock doesn't seem to move. It's a Tuesday or a Thursday, so I don't have a blog post to write. Crickets are chirping in my email. Endless time to write. Except I don't have a thing to say.
Other days I'm critiquing a novel, revising my query letter, outlining my plot, and taking notes from a book on craft. Plus I've got a blog post to write, a meeting to go to, a dentist appointment, and the fridge is empty.
It's good to be busy. Especially to be lucky enough to be busy with writing. But after a few weeks of it, I really wish things would slow down again.
The grass is always greener, isn't it?
What kind of writing week are you having? What kind of writing week do you wish you were having?