I do. I know I'm not supposed to, but I do.
See, I have so much to do. I have three books to edit. I have three to rewrite before the end of December. And I have two to rough draft.
And I haven't done anything related to any of those projects this week.
The problem is that I'm tired. Even when it ended up being nothing, the scare, drama and anger associated with the events of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning have possibly managed to tip over the scale into emotional exhaustion, which I have been trying to fend off since January.
So although I know I should write/edit, I just don't feel like I can. And when this feeling strikes, I know it's time to do something else instead.
Which I guess probably means I'm going to not do anything I set out to do in the beginning of November. But you know what? If that happens, I'm saving time simply by not pushing myself into a full-blown burn-out that lasts months somewhere down the line.
Instead, I'm going to take this afternoon off and draw. Then I'll see how I feel about things in the evening. If the drawing doesn't help, I'm going to keep drawing and add a reading marathon into the mix until the end of the month.
I'm figuring that a total of two weeks out of my writing schedule can't be that bad, given how little breaks I've given myself this year.
What do you do when you need to rest?