April 11, 2022
Daily Diary, Day 589: Mondays! Why do I still tend to think about this as the start of my work-week, when I generally work seven days a week at some part of my writing, publishing, marketing business?
This seems particularly strange, given that my entire adult life--first as a student, then as a professor, I have never experienced my work as a 9-5 job that runs 5 days a week. Classes might have been between Monday and Friday, but the work (studying, research, writing, etc as a graduate student, and doing research, writing lectures and articles, and grading, grading, grading, as a professor) was always seven days a week and spilled way over the 9-5 hours of the day.
Was it simply that my Week at a Glance old school paper calendar--which I have used for fifty years--is organized with Monday as the first page? Maybe.
Bottom line is that at my age, this isn't going to change. So, as usual, I am looking at my calendar and the coming week and trying to figure out which days I have the best chance of getting writing done.
Not today, since after my morning dust and sweeping, and my walk, and watching the bi-weekly play date between Leeza and Rio the border collie, and getting a blog piece from a fellow author posted on the Historical Fiction website I help maintain...the morning is rapidly slipping away. With my PT exercises still to do, and a few more marketing tasks, I will be lucky to have 30 minutes before lunch to write--and this will probably be spent reading the paragraphs I wrote this weekend to do a little editing.
And, I have a much needed dermatology appointment right after lunch, followed immediately by a phone date with an old friend. And there goes the day.
Ever optimistic, however, I have scrawled, in big letters, WRITE across the whole page for tomorrow. Let's see if I'm successful.
Meanhile, the photo for today is from one of the houses I pass that has an actual white picket fence in the front yard, and I loved these rose blooms squeezing through.