Moderation

Twelve hours working on a novel with my aunt was much more mentally exhausting that imagined. Maybe the tiredness and the caffeine rich coffees struck each other in the afternoon. I certainly felt out of it for half an hour. It feels good to come away with a feeling that I helped construct a product of kind with today's hours. On the other hand i feel run down now.
We spent a lifetime saying 'one day we will have to write something together' and so at least, even if it turns out to only be for one day, at least we did. Perhaps this project will actually be finished and it will get a publisher, but I have to say that seems to far down the track. It will more likely reach a stage where its just a batch of printed sheets. As long as it can be read though, right?
I sorely need some time for myself though damn it. I want a whole day where I can potter at home and occupy myself without structure. That is true rest, not the OCD type of time management which invariably constructs each day. I want March off from pushing to complete stages of personal projects. But the grass is always greener.
Tuesday's Radioactive will continue to fill that evening, which only really leaves me Thursdays to please myself at home.

Moderation is key.