Monday musings…

Or just one musing, really. Is that a proper phrase? One musing? Or should it be one thought?

These are the things that drive me insane some days.

Who am I kidding- MOST days! LOL

Anyway. Today’s musing ( singular) is this…I was thinking yesterday while writing that I haven’t done much of anything aside from write for almost three weeks. Granted, I’m on a deadline and have to finish my current WIP in order for it to be out this year, but I’ve been pretty much chained to my desk and my bed ( my favorite place to write) for 21 solid days.

That can’t be healthy, right?

I need an outlet other than writing for my mental health and physical well-being.

Sure, I cook for hubby, do laundry, iron, clean the house, grocery shop, do all my social media marketing daily, but those are more chores than things that give me true pleasure and take my mind away from the business of writing.

I need an outlet. Something I do just for me. Something that will give me a respite from the stress and angst my writing causes me some days.

I need a hobby.

I used to repair and refurbish old steamer trunks and then give them as gifts to people for storage or as faux coffee tables, but I haven’t done one in a few years.

I used to scrapbook. Haven’t touched the one I started for my daughter when she got married – almost 5 years ago.

Back in the day, I was a gym rat. Back when I had good knees and no arthritis, that is.

I studied karate for 10 years. Daily. 7 days a week. Again… back before my body decided it hated me and rebelled.

There was a time I embroidered. I made blankets, wall hangings, lots of things for Christmas presents and baby showers. That was back when I could actually sit down and watch TV or a movie for more than a half hour at a clip. And when my eyesight was oodles better than it is now. And my hands could hold both the needle and the circular frame without screaming in cramping pain.

Same with knitting and crocheting. I loved doing those things back when my hands cooperated, that is.

Le sigh….

I was painting last year. I needed some new swag to give out to readers at book signings, so I spent a few weeks increasing my stock of painted note cards. But my brushes haven’t touched any paints in a while now.

Basically, all I do now is read – books I want to and those that need reviews for Netgalley.

And I write.

Every single day.

8-12 hours a day most days.

You really can’t call what I do a hobby, like my hubby tries to classify it. It’s more like a full-time job.

No. It is a full-time job.

I need a hobby.

Any ideas? They’d be appreciated, for sure.

It can’t be anything physical, though, because…arthritis. Or that requires me to leave the house because…it’s frigging frigid here and I hibernate in the winter. And it can’t be anything that requires close up vision because…double vision and prism glasses rule my life.

And it shouldn’t be anything that needs to be done with a partner or other people because…well, I’m an introvert.

Le sigh…

I guess I’ll just go write some more.

Or maybe read something…