The Olympics is a good excuse for those of us who normally won’t take a break
Many writers work at home. So, when they’re home, it’s often hard to take a break and stop working. The story is right down the hall, always close and on the writer’s mind. So–other than household chores–it’s hard to take time off and relax.
When my wife an I lived in Atlanta, we went to a lot of the Braves games. Those we didn’t attend, we watched on TV. That was our break.
When we realized we needed more exercise, we started going to a large state park. At the beginning, we could barely do some of the trails once. By the time we moved away from Atlanta, we could easily do most of the trails several times before it was time to leave.
My wife and I have always been fans of the Olympics. No, we don’t have our TV’s tuned to NBC’s multiple networks while our PCs stream coverage from other venues. Other than going over to Bravo for some of the tennis matches, we tend to take our breaks in the evening with NBC’s primary coverage. No, that’s not true dedication, but there’s enough happening there to keep me from sitting at the PC all evening working on the next chapter in the novel in progress.
I probably need more self-starter hobbies. The Olympics come and go and then–what? Yes, the yard still needs mowing and we have several acres of grass (most of which is pasture rather than yard grass). Still, that’s not enough. I guess I could go for more walks, but walking up and down our country roads isn’t as satisfying as a trail. Not for me.
When I find ways to take interesting breaks like the Olympics, I don’t spend my break time wishing I were here at the computer. My work in progress doesn’t cross my mind. Then, when I come back to it later, it’s new and fresh and my ideas for the next scenes are a lot better.
I’ll be sorry to see the Olympics go because, well, I’m not really interested in going back stamp and coin collecting, salt and fresh water aquariums filled with tropical fish, or re-activating my ham radio operator’s license. Those hobbies all ran their courses. So did major league baseball though I do get a once-a-week break during football season during the FSU games.
I’m thinking of becoming a beach volleyball groupie. How does that sound?
Malcolm R. Campbell, who keeps his eyes on the ball rather than the bathing suits, is the author of all kinds of books and short stories that need to be on your shelf to support his travel expenses to beach volleyball venues.