I must be very, very good this weekend. I have an enormous amount of freelance work to do, so it’s not a weekend at all—more like a whole other work week entirely. Outside is the world, but I am not allowed outside. I must fight the urge to take a nap underneath my desk (sometimes that little pocket looks so inviting). I must not read magazines—that’s a given. I must not write a really long post about all the things I must not do.
Do you ever have a very busy batch of days ahead of you and you get convinced, completely and totally convinced, that if you had those days free you’d most assuredly reach a breakthrough in your artistic development and accomplish an inspired work of such brilliance your life would never be the same again?
Yeah… well… If that’s about to happen, I hope the brilliance can hold off till next weekend.