Labor Day weekend, hello old friend.
I love the freedom of looking ahead three days and not seeing any appointments, depositions, or office hours. I've been on the road and in depositions a lot lately. A LOT. Too much, in all candor. I am relishing the idea of staying put in one place for more than a day.
Then the guilt hits. Yep. I feel it starting to nag me. Right now it is whispering. Somewhere around halftime of the Alabama game tomorrow, it will be yelling. "Why aren't you making the most of this time?" "Do you really need to be on the internet? Facebook will be there tomorrow." "Hasn't it been a while since you mopped?' Buzz off guilt, it's my long weekend.
The promise of this long block of time is amazing. I can finally get the things done that are on my "to do" list, and have been there since likely March. Fall starts on Tuesday, as far as I am concerned. That is the busiest time of year for my practice. If I want to get any writing done, this is my last shot until November (NaNoWriMo you will not beat me this year!).
So here I go . . . Scrivener is open . . . Hands are on the keyboard . . . Butt is in the chair . . . Time to write.