Last night there was beautiful full moon against a cloudless sky. It was chilly. Quiet. When I let the dogs out in the backyard for the final time, I heard a great horned owl hooting in the distance. And I realized as I was about to go to sleep, other creatures were just starting their day. Owls don’t get a four-day weekend or a holiday from their troubles.
And neither do writers.
Or at least they shouldn’t.
Writing is not a Monday through Friday 9 to 5 life.
If that’s what you want, pick another profession.
I don’t know about you, but I worked every day this week on one thing or another. If you consider writing working. I don’t. I consider it breathing. The calendar does not dictate my schedule. Yes, I spent Thursday with family and ate a lot of food. But before we left to eat the noon meal, I put in a full day’s schedule.
Really, that’s all I have to say this week. Write every day.
Regardless what the calendar says.