I’m sitting here rubbing my eyes and trying to decide if my double vision is a problem or not. I’m tired. Really, REALLY tired. Like a baby who gets his days and nights mixed up tired. We traveled to the US from Dubai for Thanksgiving and we just got back a couple of days ago.
I’m not sure how long it takes for the average person’s Circadian rhythm to get back on track, but for me, it’s longer than a week, shorter than two weeks.
The part of the US where my kids live is a ten hour time difference from Dubai. It’s morning here in the middle of their night and vice versa. When you add that time change to a really long travel day (~18 hrs of flight time), you’ve got the makings for a short tempered, punch drunk writer.
I generally give myself a pass the first day or two back. I unpack, do laundry and veg. Mostly because that’s all I’m good for, for a couple of days. Today, my only goal is to get my Christmas decorations up. It’s about all I can do… because my eyes won’t focus.
I don’t care much for the feeling of being jetlagged.
One of the things I do like about traveling is all the interesting people I meet. On the flight from Houston to Qatar, I sat next to a very nice Indian lady who quizzed me about my writing. She has a friend in the business. She lectured me quite forcefully about self publishing and getting my work out as an e-book. She even quoted prices to me. I find it fascinating that of the 300+ seats on that plane (and it was packed full!) I ended up next to someone who knew a little something about publishing.
Do you think this is God’s way of telling me to get my latest novel out there? Or is that just the exhaustion talking?