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I figured out, during the time I was a single working mom, that I don't do well if I put too many expectations on myself on those days I work full time. Now, for some people, this would constitute an engraved invitation to procrastination. But the other thing I have figured out about myself is that's not my problem, in general anyway. I'm an overachieving workaholic. So I need to find ways to pace myself. A lunchtime walk spent thinking about one of my projects counts. Flipping through my notes counts. Reading what I last wrote counts.
Tuesdays are reasonably full days. In the morning, I do vitals for patients for the Physician's Assistant, and hope she finished early enough so I can take my walk in time to start with the doctor's patients at 1 pm. In between, I refill prescriptions, enter pro times (blood clotting times for patients on anticoagulation therapy), return phone calls, sort lab results (pull out those the doc needs to see Right Now) and phone patients with results of stress tests, echocardiograms, and other stuff.
As often happens, the doc didn't get to his stack of questions until late, which meant I had to stay, discuss a couple of problems with him, and take care of those things that couldn't wait until tomorrow. Finished, headed out to home, and the farmers market on the way. There's a local fish seller who has wonderful succulent fishies. Wild local-caught salmon, halibut, red snapper, sometimes ahi tuna, sand dabs or sea bass. Once they had yellow tail (hamachi). I got salmon, incredibly fresh, and we had it with baked sweet potatoes and homegrown crookneck squash with red peppers.
Funny how this season constantly brings food to mind. Dealing with the bounty of the garden, picking and preserving blackberries -- I went out this morning and picked 6 baskets for fresh eating and compote -- that delicious sense of abundance.
In between this, I am 10 pages into Chapter 22 of SHIELD, and another round of the outline for CHILDREN OF KINGS. I think I may just leave that outline as it is and dive into actually writing the thing, before this process drives me crazy.
Friday I leave for my annual beach/writer's retreat. Both Sarah and Rose will be with me, also fellow writer Denise Lee and Sarah's girlfriend Otana. I may have to choose between chatting and writing -- argh! I need to be 2 people! No, 3! No, 4! What shall I work on? Probably whatever strikes my fancy. I'll bring my laptop and also the hardcopy draft of my YA "SABERTOOTH PLANET" series.
Tuesdays are reasonably full days. In the morning, I do vitals for patients for the Physician's Assistant, and hope she finished early enough so I can take my walk in time to start with the doctor's patients at 1 pm. In between, I refill prescriptions, enter pro times (blood clotting times for patients on anticoagulation therapy), return phone calls, sort lab results (pull out those the doc needs to see Right Now) and phone patients with results of stress tests, echocardiograms, and other stuff.
As often happens, the doc didn't get to his stack of questions until late, which meant I had to stay, discuss a couple of problems with him, and take care of those things that couldn't wait until tomorrow. Finished, headed out to home, and the farmers market on the way. There's a local fish seller who has wonderful succulent fishies. Wild local-caught salmon, halibut, red snapper, sometimes ahi tuna, sand dabs or sea bass. Once they had yellow tail (hamachi). I got salmon, incredibly fresh, and we had it with baked sweet potatoes and homegrown crookneck squash with red peppers.
Funny how this season constantly brings food to mind. Dealing with the bounty of the garden, picking and preserving blackberries -- I went out this morning and picked 6 baskets for fresh eating and compote -- that delicious sense of abundance.
In between this, I am 10 pages into Chapter 22 of SHIELD, and another round of the outline for CHILDREN OF KINGS. I think I may just leave that outline as it is and dive into actually writing the thing, before this process drives me crazy.
Friday I leave for my annual beach/writer's retreat. Both Sarah and Rose will be with me, also fellow writer Denise Lee and Sarah's girlfriend Otana. I may have to choose between chatting and writing -- argh! I need to be 2 people! No, 3! No, 4! What shall I work on? Probably whatever strikes my fancy. I'll bring my laptop and also the hardcopy draft of my YA "SABERTOOTH PLANET" series.
