So, I’m one of those “loves to write but mostly does it in their heads” types. At the day job I try to really throw myself into work, just because that’s what’s required just to keep up (and most days that’s okay). It’s also part of the culture. Today I had to run back after leaving to pick up something I needed offsite tomorrow, and one of my colleagues said, “so much for leaving early, eh?”
Um. I’d been there slightly more than one regular working day. Our manager discourages undocumented overtime, but as you can see, it’s heavily baked into the culture. I spend half of lunch working on extra projects. Which is also cool because they’re fun projects, but that means no writing time during the day and being more tired at night.
Tonight I managed to get home at a decent time, made a lovely dinner, and actually revised fiction for a bit.
Interesting thing about that:
I didn’t do a word count (useless for revisions IMHO anyhow).
I didn’t track how long I worked.
I didn’t set any “goal” beyond “keep working on making this #@!@$#@! plot point make sense”.
And things got done. It was all just matter-of-fact, cool, good. No angst.
Now the trick is to keep up that no-angst vibe.