I believe this is the second weekend in the past three and half years where I didn't have some looming deadline, or homework due, or something to do.
Usually on weekends, I wake up early, have some coffee and read a novel with Sadie. Pet a cat if she comes over and needs a lap. Eventually, after a chapter or two, Sadie comes over for a skritch and a head scratch, and I get up. I head upstairs and start working on homework.
Weekends, especially weekend mornings, are great for homework. They have been for the past three and a half years anyway. Now . . . I have nothing to do on the weekends. It's odd.
So, last weekend it was still too new for me to have a weekend without homework for it to resonate. Additionally, I think I had just finished my comps. So, I was still coming off of that high.
This weekend, the second weekend since finishing my course work, I have nothing to do. So, I woke up, had a coffee, chapters, skritch and scratch, and then got to work on my novel.
This is a new experience for me now. Working on my novels again. It's a different style of writing. Before I had syllabi, rubrics, assignments, outlines. Now it's just a big ole blank empty slate.
It's a bit scarey to be that open-ended.
But it's also much less stressful.
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