I had a revelation this weekend: I like Mondays. I mean, I look forward to them.
How weird is that? I never felt that way when I had a “normal” job. (What job defines normal, really?) But the last couple months my main daily objective is to work on my novel [plus household maintenance, food, etc.], and I have gotten really into it. I don’t typically work on it on the weekends, and this Saturday I woke up feeling almost cranky because there was no “writing time” in my day. I enjoy the weekends for family and social reasons, of course. But Mondays now are a kind of clean creative slate, full of possibilities and thoughts I had over the weekend.
So, I’m off to do some writing, but before I do, here’s the link if you’d like to vote (it’s quick and painless) in the travel writing competition I’m a finalist in:
Mine is “Winter Enchantment: December in Nurnberg,” but do read all five and make your pick accordingly.
Do you like Mondays? …Does your job define normal?