The work week began so well: I started my process notebook (a new habit), tackled a load of small writing tasks, and recorded them all in my log of work accomplished.
It felt great.
I bet you know where this is going: the rest of the week I was sick, running errands, or taking care of sick family members. I drafted and revised this post with a sleeping/sick baby in arms.
This is one of the hardest parts about writing for me: writing always requires full attention.
Many jobs include activities that can be done with minimal attention. You just show up and the job happens (at least some meaningful parts of it), even if you aren't feeling your best.
But writing doesn't just happen.
While I was writing my dissertation, family members asked why I wrote so consistently (read: obsessively) when I was healthy. I told them: an hour I don't work today is an hour I have to work later. I explained that writing is fundamentally different from many aspects of their jobs and of the other jobs I do.
For example, zoning out while practicing music is not ideal, and it's not as productive as deliberate practice. But at the very least it builds muscle memory.
But if I zone out while writing, no writing occurs. Period.
I sure hope next week brings health and productivity back to my family.