So, the bad news is that I’m in self-quarantine after my recent work trip and can’t see my family for a week. The worse news is that I can still telework for that week.
I looked at this week for its potential to make some serious progress on my writing, but as I start it, I’m starting to realize that it might not be all that significant. I still have my normal workdays, except for one national holiday and a Saturday, and I also have to cook for myself during this week, including the dreaded lunch as well as dinner, so it’s not like I will have any more time on workdays than I would have otherwise. My only chance to scratch out additional time is at night, if I can muster the fortitude to do that.
I know there are a lot of successful authors out there who manage a full workday, take care of food for their families, and then write when everyone else is asleep. I think they have a little more passion for this than I do, or more self-confidence. Certainly discipline – which is something I thought I had. But I am finding that I can only push myself so far and so hard.
Maybe I’ll take baby steps – just work on putting in one half-hour pomodoro at night before giving myself the rest of the evening off. That shouldn’t be quite so tough as trying to go whole hog at first.
That said, I did get a good chunk of writing done this morning on my non-fiction book and have almost reached the end of a chapter!