I just submitted an essay on this topic because, let’s face it, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Or Jane. Whatever, you get the idea.
If we didn’t have our sweet little indulgences, we’d become dull and so would our writing.
My indulgences, or guilty little pleasures? Usually have nothing to do with writing, but have everything to do with resting. Yes, resting, remember how to do that?
I indulge by (no snickering!):
Riding past my house and around the block if a good song is on my car stereo
Facebook and Twitter – of course!
Watching What Not to Wear and when it’s their season: Sunset Tan (completely mindless and silly)
Browsing shoes on-line (can I get a whoo-yeah?!)
Going back to bed after giving the kids their breakfast on Saturday morning ; )
Buying dark and funky colors of nail polish
Reading book reviews on Amazon, then trying to find or order them through my library
Finding new ways to embarrass my 10-year-old
How do you Indulge?