I had two days off in a row these last two days. That was a little slice of heaven, let me tell you, but something troubled me at the end of it all. It had to do with what I did for those two days. If you follow me on Twitter or have friended me on Facebook, you know that I finished writing Act One of a first draft of a new screenplay. This is a really big thing and I bring it up again here because I'm proud and I want to talk about it as much as I can. But I also bring it up so you know I've been productive.
I've been using my days off lately for actual useful things, like shopping and cleaning and writing and just generally taking better care of myself. This is a good thing. I've needed this.
What's weird is how different it felt on each of the last two days. Monday, productivity was the best. I was so excited to be getting stuff done and I couldn't wait to do more. Tuesday, it was the worst thing ever. I just wanted to not do anything.
This was especially troubling because Monday I told myself "Hey, kid, you must be getting better at life, because doing things that are good for you is starting to feel good." Then Tuesday, it was the complete opposite.
I guess no matter how many steps forward I take, I'll still be taking some back too.
I don't want to let this get me discouraged, but I'm sitting here, looking at my screenplay and the whitespace that's ahead of me in the draft, and I can't seem to do it. I have a day off with nothing to do and I get less than a half of a page written? Boo, me. Just boo.
Well, that's what I've got. Do you have any words on how hard forward progress is in your life?