The weekend off

Because my brain hurt after 33 days of writing, within which I had exactly one non-writing day (so, strictly speaking, 32 days of writing), I took yesterday and, as it turned out, today off. During that time, I did heaps of laundry, mowed the lawn, made tons of food (including, ohhhhhhh, the blueberry muffins of my dreams — beautiful, buttery, American-calibre blueberry muffins, ohhh, recipe available on request), did tons of dishes (and am not even caught up yet), went with my family to Sydney to see a very funny play (Implausible People; you should go see it), read lots of blogs, helped my kid with some homework, drank some wine, watched some cricket (although I don't always pay attention as I should), mended some frayed clothing, slept a fair bit — in short, a lot of the things I hadn't been doing during the previous 33 days.

I'm assuming that tomorrow I'll be back to work — I do, after all, have to finish the book and a couple of short plays, all of which have competition deadlines I want to meet. But even more than that, I want to get most everything caught up during March because April is Script Frenzy, the dramatic counterpart to NaNoWriMo. Whee! More deadlines! But NaNoWriMo was so much fun (in a warped sort of way; check my November 2007 archive for details), I want to apply it to scriptwriting, which I love even more than novel writing. At least, today I love it more, because I have an unfinished novel. At some point in April, when I have two finished novels and one unfinished play, I may reverse that.