I’ve gotten pretty good at structuring my own time, so much so that it often takes very little effort to do fairly substantial amounts of work in a given day. Because of that, it often takes me by surprise when something shifts inside me and I suddenly have to start trying to work. This last weekend was definitely one of those times. On Saturday I did nothing, and on Sunday, I had to scramble to work. It’s probably all just a temporary slackening caused by finishing the novel. However, I would prefer to be like Anthony Trollope. If he finished a novel before he’d completed his day’s quota of pages, he’d just start work on the next one. He wouldn’t even forgive himself an hour or two! That’s dedication.
I’m not a naturally productive person. I know that because I spent years upon years being very unproductive. My productivity is a habit. At this point, it’s become a very strong habit. But habit can only take you so far. Sometimes you need to tough things out.
Anyway, I was very productive during last year’s winter break, and I hope that this one will be no exception. School doesn’t start again until January 27th!
Yeah, seven whole weeks off.