If I say ‘writer guilt’ I’m sure most of you know what that is. It is when you get home from work and instead of sitting down at the computer and pushing out 500 words you sit on the lounge and watch mind-numbing TV. And then you feel guilty. It is spending your one day off in the garden instead of at the laptop. And then you feel guilty.
I don’t know if it is my jaded view on publication, if it is the head-cold that just won’t go away, or if it is the natural cynicism that comes of aging, but my writer guilt seems to be going away. There are days when the sun is shining and I think the bigger sin would be to lock myself away with a computer instead of getting out an enjoying the fine weather.
Does that make me less of a writer? Yes, I think so. Do I care? Not a whole lot. Maybe like the waves of productivity and lulls of stagnation this will pass. Maybe the guilt will come back and I’ll start eating more chocolate and stop enjoying the time off I give myself. Or maybe not? That’s the excitement of real life I guess, you never know what is going to happen next.
Anyway, I’m off to enjoy the garden now 🙂