I’m tired. I did a good job today, and for that reason I want to take it easy. I mean, I do what I have to when I’m asked. Hell, I do things without being asked too. It’s a fight to carve out time for the things I care about, the things I alone care about. How did the greats do it? Could I really get by secluding myself from the world just to write a book, for example?

I’m Not Alexandre Dumas

The writer I’m referring to is Alexandre Dumas, and the story involves his editor, Auguste Maquet. Dumas famously asked Maquet to keep all his clothes until he finished writing the manuscript for "The Count of Monte Cristo." The extreme lengths he went to was intended to prevent Dumas from leaving his house and ensure he remained focused on completing the work.

But I would love some of that seclusion, sometimes. It’s just very difficult to even begin. I might have to find my time management books again, but one thing’s certain. Even with my complaints, I made it out another day. I paid back two of my credit cards’ debts. I woke up this morning and ran. I made lunch for my lady and I.

I can relax, for now.