As ya’ll are probably all too well aware, I’ve been on this 100 day push for the novel. For the last two weeks, I’ve been pushing much harder, going through a chapter a day. I worked all weekend, with practically no time for myself to just sit and putz. (I need putzing and recovery time.)
Today I have the will of a rather limp noodle in terms of pushing forward and getting more work done. I’m exhausted physically, emotionally and creatively.
I suspect today being the two-year anniversary of my dad’s death has something to do with it.
I tried a quick power nap. Though I crashed hard and quick, I woke up still tired. I’m going to take a break now, go run some errands, and get some dessert.
My dad was a firm believer in eat dessert first. He practiced what he preached. Today in his honor I’m going to walk down to Molly Moon’s and get myself a sundae, and eat it before dinner. Possibly instead of dinner. Then I’m going to get back on that horse and do some more work. Because in that I am also his daughter.