My Writing-Free Week

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Last Monday, I managed to type the most beautiful two words that an author can write; ‘The End’. Though I was sad to say goodbye (at least until I begin the edits) to the lovely world I’d created, and the characters I’d come to care about, I have to admit the feeling of accomplishment was fantastic.

But then what?

You see, in my mind I was going to type those words on Friday, leading into a weekend of rest before I got going on another project. But instead I’d been typing so fast and so hard, and the characters had been demanding so much of my time that I finished way ahead of schedule. Which left me with four days to fill. I didn’t want to jump straight into my next project (editing another book) because I needed time to let this story go. Time to pull myself out of their world and back into my own one. Time to take a breath and step back.

So I decided to spend the week adulting.

Yes, I know, very unlike me. But there was a lot of stuff I’d been putting off, and I really had no excuse not to do it any more. Plus there were the pleasant things too – you know, having coffee with friends who’d all but forgotten I existed, actually talking to my teenagers when they got home from school, and *gasp* even cooking food that didn’t come in a shrink wrapped tray. So for four days I was a bone fide fully-fleshed adult.

I even enjoyed it!

On Tuesday I spent the day cleaning the house. And I mean CLEANING. Not my usual swipe of a cloth until it looks surface clean (sorry Mum), but proper deep cleaning that made everything sparkle and shine. The sort of clean that makes everybody ask me if I’ve done ‘something’ to the house (nope) or if I’ve had a clear out (yep). So that was good.

Then on Wednesday morning I sorted out my clothes. I packed away my summer clothes and brought out the sweaters and stockings and furry socks. I even tidied up my closet and my drawers, and of course I discovered clothes I’d forgotten I had. In all it was very satisfying. I rewarded myself that afternoon by spending time with my sister-in-law and her very gorgeous new baby.

On Thursday I had coffee with another sister-in-law and our friend (I sense a theme here), followed by cleaning out the oven (bleurgh) and then chopping back all the overgrown bushes in the garden. We have a hundred-foot plus backyard, which can defeat me at the best of times, so actually getting things done was pretty satisfying.

Then on Friday I read.

Yep, I read.

I sat down with my kindle and a cup of coffee and didn’t move off my butt. And it was goooood.

Reading is one of my favourite occupations, and yet the first thing that I lose out on when I’m writing a new book. So for the three months that I’m typing away, I buy books and stockpile them, waiting for the moment to arrive that I can finally download them and veg out on my sofa. That moment was Friday and it was amazing.

By the weekend I was feeling antsy, so I started to sit down and plan some writing-related things. Marketing plans, teasers, release dates and signings.

Oh, and I met with my accountant to agree my tax return. Which doesn’t sound like much fun, but my accountant is lovely and funny and always makes me laugh (through my tears). So there was that.

I’m back to work today, but I’m glad I had a few days to spend doing the things I’ve been avoiding for months. Adulting is hard, but it’s also rewarding, and stops my family from throwing me out. All good things.

Have a good week!

Carrie Pink

 

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