My agent asked a question on her blog yesterday that started me thinking. And it's not even a tough question, or at least it shouldn't be. She asked her readers what they did this past weekend. I have to admit my answer left me with a twinge of guilt: I read. A lot.
Of course I did a few other things. The kids are alive and well. My husband had his share of attention. But other than that, I sat back and enjoyed not one, but two great books: a cozy mystery and a lighthearted paranormal.
As I went to answer Jessica's question about my weekend, I racked my brain to think of something, anything I did work-wise. Did I do any brainstorming? Come up with a new character? Work out a plot problem. Nope, nope and…erm…nope.
It took me a morning of feeling guilty to realize that, you know what? It's okay! In today's rushed, overworked society, I think we feel sometimes that we have to be going constantly in order to have a morning, a day, a weekend be worthwhile. And the initial question that started it all wasn't aimed at any certain person or activity. Jessica posed what she probably thought was a fun topic and I made it about work.
Of course I had to get a few things done yesterday. And today - today is busy. But I have learned a lesson in all of this. Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off. Guilt free. I'm going to head to Rose's Bookhouse, grab something fun and relax (again) with a good book. Because you know what? Life's too short. And as Ferris Bueller once said: if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you may miss it.