How was your weekend? It was an extended one in the U.S. here, with Labor Day yesterday. And then Sunday, we didn’t take the weekly shopping trip, because Dad and Mom’s 22nd anniversary was the 4th (of September).
(Happy anniversary!) It’s been 22 awesome years for the both of them. We actually watched Pacific Rim as a family that day, and ate Chinese food out.
And after the anniversary was Labor Day.
So that was my weekend that broke the mold. And I’d like to talk about these types of weekends from a writing perspective.
I shouldn’t let things derail me, I really shouldn’t. Even if I have things planned out.
Or I know that I’ll have to get more done in less time.
Or if I know that this week will be even shorter because a cousin of mine is getting married and I’ll have to go out of state (mew–guess that cat’s out of the bag). And that’s awesome, it really is.
In my head I know this shouldn’t mess up my writing time or anything else I have planned. And I’m not going in thinking things like that, either. Trouble with me is, there are lots of times when it’s the weekend, I try not to think about editing, writing, prospecting, or what-have-ya at all. To make the weekend what it is, and not think about work.
Sometimes I fail in that. The thing is, with these extended weekends, I sometimes have to not think about the fact that my thoughts about weekends in general have been extended for another day.
Work and rest are natural counterparts, but inside I know that things don’t occur for me in a 50/50 ratio. The extended weekend was great, including the Chinese food, burgers, and corn on the cob (only two of which were actually on Labor Day).
But after all that resting, it’s time to get back to work.
What about you? Do you wrestle with having long weekends disrupt your normal routines, or are you just fine with adjusting?
Drop me a line in the comments and let me know. (And feel free to use these ideas for an email, part of a setting, a piece of a character sketch, or what-have-ya–after all, Labor Day’s been going since the 1880s, and it’ll be here long after my time to live life is out the door).
Until next time,