I think Jeffe talked about it in reference to trying to find the fun when all it feels like you're doing is working, but it hit me a little different. For me, I keep wondering if I haven't been playing Betsy for months now.
I think I might be sitting around pouting because I'm not having fun anymore. :stomps one foot in disgust: And I wanna be having fun. Dang it.
Nobody said any of this was going to be fun. And I'm way too old to throw a pout-fest when it's not so much fun. This is my frickin' job. Sure, I'd like if it was fun all the time, but the reality of it is that it's work - sometimes damn hard work. If I wanted it to be fun all the time, I'd just sit here writing and never bother to edit. I'd never bother to try and get my work into some publishable shape. I'd just write and write, like I did when I was a little girl.
Heh, maybe that's why I have so many manuscripts I never really finished. I wasn't willing to put forth the effort, and now I've got so much work to do it seems insurmountable. (But that's a theory for another day.)
Needless to say, my inner Betsy needs to take a nap. Or sit in a time-out for a few weeks so I can get some genuine, totally un-fun work done. Playtime is over, little girl.
So, regardless of whether this is supposed to be my day to relax or whether I have other more fun things to do, I need to spend some serious time doing serious things.
What do you have planned for the weekend?