Lately, I’ve been thinking about hobbies. Writing used to be my hobby, but now that I treat it as a job, I’m wondering if I have any hobbies left. I didn’t realize I was lacking past-time activites until the hubster made a comment about how I seem “lost” when I’m not writing or reading. “It’s because I love it so much,” I replied.
Or is it because I don’t know what else to do with myself?
I’m thinking the latter. So instead of eating a pound of chocolate and scream-crying that I’m uninteresting, I took charge. I googled “hobbies” and picked out ones I thought were cool. Being a good writer requires one to actually live, right? And what better way to do that than to try new things. Without further ado, here’s my (somewhat embarrassing) preliminary hobby list:
Reading to the elderly
Working in a food pantry
This week, I started with swimming. I bought myself a grandma-sized bathing suit and a pair of cheap-o goggles. And lo and behold, as I was swimming laps at 24 Hour Fitness, I came up with some pretty kick-ass ideas for my latest WIP.
So tell me, what are your hobbies? I’d love to know!!!