I've unwittingly taken the month of June off from writing in general. Sure, I've posted the occasional blog, even written a bit in a "writing journal" aimed at my first novel's sequel, but I haven't done any "book writing." I'd like to think that perhaps this was on purpose ... except I know that isn't true. Just like with my exercise routine I have let other things (more frequently less-important things than not) take precedence over what I think I should be doing. And while, in the grand scheme of things, I haven't "lost" that much time it surely feels like I have a lot of catching up to do.
Sometimes I wonder where all my time does go and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to calculate the number of books I've read or clock the hours of PS2 I've been playing. In all seriousness, it is a hindrance that I'm not organized enough to be able to account for how my free time was spent in the month of June. If I had to venture a guess I'd say the vast majority of the time I was reading. Not the productive type of reading that I do while on the exercise bike at the gym, though. No, it was the "I'm waking up at 6am so that I can stay in bed and read for 3 hours before going to work" kind of reading. Relaxing? Yes, and maybe even a bit necessary to some extent with all of the job stress I've been feeling, but doing it four out of the five weekdays (and who knows how much on the weekends) just seems excessive.
I thought things would get easier as the weather got warmer but I feel like the month has passed me by with little to show for it. So perhaps I can think of June as the month my writing-brain took a vacation and allowed me to just enjoy life for a bit. July, I'm hoping, will be very different.