So today I

• finished revising Sons of the Crow and passed it to the beta readers
• hammered out 3000 words of a book I am contracted to write
• did a 2500-words translation (still need to revise it)
• outlined an article I’m sending to a magazine on Monday
• posted a cover reveal for my patrons (will go up in two hours at the time of writing)

Then I ask myself why I so often feel depressed on the weekend.
Ah!
Because yes, I should be proud of the work done, but really, it sometimes feels like there is no difference – week day, weekend, summer, winter, day, night…

So, I’m calling it a day. Today for the first time this year I was able to take a long walk during lunchtime, and it’s fine.
Now I will dedicate the rest of this day to decompressing.
And, also, to jot down a few ideas for two stories I’d like to submit to two magazines this month. But, you know, at a leisurely pace.