Like many writers, I have a day job. And by definition of a day job, there are many times that it sucks the life out of me. It can be mind-numbingly dull at times. I frequently come home a bit tired, just from staring at a computer the whole day.
You may have realized that I'm posting this on Tuesday, rather than on Monday (like I usually do). Yesterday was one such day when I came home exhausted. But I came home with a level of exhaustion that rivals most any day at my job. By the time I'd gotten home, I'd been away from my house for thirteen hours. And five of those hours? Spent in a meeting.
After the meeting, I went straight to dance class. By the time I finally got home, I was so tired that I just laid on my bed, staring at my computer for a couple of hours. Not a single thing got accomplished last night.
What's the moral of this story? There are going to be days where the stupid "real world" will interfere with your writing one. There will be days when you will come home so exhausted from your day job that you will be able to do nothing but pass out. And you know what? That's okay. You just have to make sure you get it done the next day, as soon as you can.
So yesterday was my day of pure and complete exhaustion. I didn't get this post done yesterday. At least I got the post done today.