I have the best of weeks, writing – in the last hour before midnight each night – a total of near 1500 words, and they are good words to. It gets to Saturday, and I think this is good, I’ll write the remaining 1500 words that will take me to the 30,000 mark. I get to 6.20pm and what have I done? Read this weeks BV, had a haircut, watched Dawson’s Creek on the tele and faffed about to sod all else!
I’m rubbish at getting any writing done at weekends. Maybe I subconsciously feel that it should be a ‘day off’? At any rate, they’re nearly always my least productive days even though I have, theoretically, more free time than during the week.
they’re nearly always my least productive days even though I have, theoretically, more free time
So, very well said! It’s a pain isn’t it…
Then again, I have reached the time when I really do have to decide what it is Helen has to do in the mountains, so…?
…I shall go and watch my dvd of Coot Club I think! 🙂