Routine has a certain element of comfort. Even for a retired individual like myself.
But sometimes it gets to be too much.
I don’t mind getting up at 6:30 on weekdays to fix breakfast for my wife. It’s one way to show my gratitude for the many things she does for me. And if I’m extra tired, she encourages me to stay in bed. She’ll settle for instant oatmeal on those rare occasions.
All I have to do is follow a rather harmless series of steps. (Read as “routine.”) Put my breakfast pills at my place at the counter. Put my hearing aids in. Plug the egg poacher in. Get the toaster out and plug it in. Spray the egg container part of the poacher and the ramekin dish I use for my egg. Put sausage crumbles and liquid egg whites in my dish. Break an egg and put it in the poacher’s container. Put just the right amount of water in the poacher. Get out plates and juice and milk glasses. Get out bread for toast and an English muffin.
Am I boring you yet? If so, then you understand where I’m coming from. I left out a lot of the details, all of which are important. Fortunately, not all of those steps have to be done sequentially, so there’s a little bit of variation.
Hmm. When I retired at sixty-two to write full-time, I never anticipated routine becoming a problem. After all, I had been liberated from the bonds of “real work.” As much as I enjoy writing, I expected to fill each and every day making the most of my imagination and my writing skills.
At this stage, I have two novels out, two under contract, and seven that are waiting for some discriminating publisher to fall in love with.
Some of you may have already suspected this, but probably not everyone. With all of the writing I’ve already done, I have a real sense of “What’s the rush? Why push to write something new when only a small percentage of my books have been published or are awaiting publication?”
One thing that helps is I love to edit and revise. That’s what turns a very faulty rough draft into a real novel–or “manuscript” as unpublished novels are called.
On days when I’m busy working on either a rough draft or a revision, I’m not as conscious of the problem of routine. I can still move at my own pace and do as much or as little as I feel like doing that day.
I think the real problem has to do with the limited number of activities I’m apt to do when I’m not busy writing. I do the laundry–light load on Thursday and dark load on Friday. I vacuum–maybe one every couple of weeks.
I cut the grass an average of once a week during the grassy season. I walk–either at the mall or in the neighborhood–five times a week for exercise. I play my guitar and periodically dig an old song out of the notebook to remind myself how it goes.
Oh, and I do read…fiction, of course. And I play Words with Friends with my wife and with a couple of other people.
And let’s not forget the nursing home ministry every Wednesday of the month but one. Or Wednesday night Bible study at church. Or Sunday morning and Sunday evening worship, with choir practice sandwiched in between.
You’d think all of that would keep me from being bothered by a feeling of routine. But it doesn’t. Not always.
Thank goodness for my afternoon nap!
How about you? Are you locked into a routine? How about leaving a comment to share with the rest of us?
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