As Amanda commented in her post earlier this week, it’s been a challenging year. But, then again, is any year not challenging?
This weekend is my annual Megan is Alone weekend, where the Frampton Boys head out of town and leave me by my lonesome. I plan to read, sleep, work out, and write.
I love this time alone. I really need time by myself to recharge (some people require other people to get more energy–I think those people are strange creatures whom I envy).
Earlier this week, I got the news from my editor that the revisions for Vanity Fare were accepted, so that work is all done. I’ve got some other projects I am working on, but nothing that is all pickmepickmepickme! so I might open a document here, fix a word there, add a few sentences, but not sit down, nose-to-grindstone.
It’s weird, in fact, not to have something to do every single minute of every single day. I bet this is how some of our heroines felt most of the time, hence the looking forward to a huge treat for days in advance. And speaking of our heroines, I recently reread The Ideal Wife by Mary Balogh, and it sure stood up in revisiting. My heart got squozen when the heroine doubted herself, and the handsome, honorable, tolerant hero was almost too perfect. I loved him.
This is a very all over the place post, but that’s how my mind is going, so there you go.
How do you recharge?
coffee
I agree that extroverts who re-charge by being around other people are strange and wondrous creatures…
I’m with you both, Megan and Amanda. I need my time alone. I’d love a weekend ALL BY MYSELF
I remember years ago when my kids were small there was one weekend where I was going to be ALL BY MYSELF….My father felt so sorry for me, he invited me to dinner and I didn’t have the heart to refuse. Sigh.
I identify with your picture of Sleeping Beauty in her bower … just place a stack of books to one side of the couch and a bowl of strawberries and allow the cat in -nothing like a sleeping cat to make you feel restful. And you don’t have to talk to him, so it’s as good as being alone.
I got married late in life and for the first two years of my marriage, my husband was on the road most of the time. I NEED my alone time. People look at me oddly when I say he’s going on a weekend fishing trip and I am so happy, but there you go. To each his own.
A week alone, with no work and just my furry kids for company. THAT would recharge me in a big way. A stack of romance novels, a stack of period DVD’s, comfy PJ’s and lots of tea and tim tams. SIGH. Heaven.
A writers’ retreat, with scenery, a mix of quiet and good company, wine and chocolate.
And this is why we’re all readers and writers! We all seem to need alone time. By the way, I just slept close to 12 hours. OMG. That hasn’t happened–ever. Now off to the gym. Yay!
Alone time is good – for everyone. It seems we rarely get to be “ourselves” – not THE MOM or THE SISTER or THE WIFE or THE EMPLOYEE. Time to ourselves allows us to stay in our PJ’s all day and not feel guilty. We can do what we want, when we want to and not worry about someone else’s schedule. We don’t have to feel guilty because we decided to watch MAMA MIA instead of vacuum the house. We could sit and read as many books as we would like.
Enjoy your “free” weekend.