November 24, 2014 § 3 Comments
As a fiction writer, that’s easy to say.
I make my own hours.
If I want, my Monday can act like your Saturday (although usually my Monday and Saturday both come down on the Monday side of things).
But it isn’t Monday’s work-week baggage or rep I’m responding to, it is the newness, the feeling of a fresh beginning.
Give me a Monday and I have a whole new week in front of me!
I feel the same about New Year’s Day—squared. A new year is a snowfall no one has yet tracked with footprints, a blank page begging a story.
I know the markers we pin to the twisting ribbon of time: today, tomorrow, Christmas, three o’clock are human conveniences.
We measure time so we can coordinate our comings and goings—imagine planning a committee meeting if we had no common Tuesday or 10 AM—but how we perceive and manage the passage of time is personal. « Read the rest of this entry »