…no work on my novel was accomplished the past couple of days. By my calculations, my past work week neared a total of 80 hours. My nerves are shot. Just the thought of sitting down at the computer to try and write something for my novel was painful. I had no problems reading, composing some music and watching a movie (Get The Gringo was really fun). But writing for my novel? That just seemed like work and I was sick of work.
“But Phillip,” you ask, “what about your tactic of lying to your brain?” Didn’t stand a chance. I guess I’m on to me.
The on-call shift finally rotates to someone else this week. I’ll likely still be working a lot of hours, but the midnight shifts should be kept to a minimum.
I WILL get back on track this week.