Ahhh, the weekend is here. It's quiet in the streets and the house is still asleep.
Weekends are the best and the worst.
They're the best because you have a lot more time to dedicate to writing. They're the worst because everybody's preying on your weekend time.
I'm not a late sleeper, so I usually manage to get 2-4 hours of quiet writing time on Saturdays and Sundays mornings, but after that it's useless. There's so much to do on the weekend, and to be honest, I need to go out and do some fun stuff.
So I'm going to leave this post alone now because I might still have time to write about a 1000 words or so this morning.
(The days before my birthday I was very good and wrote an average of about a 1000 words a day. Of course I had to brag about it to a friend, and ever since I bragged, I haven't written a word. Ha! )
Categories: writing, personal