Things started off well. I got almost everything on Monday's do-list done. Almost. Just a few things that rolled to Tuesday. Which meant a few more of the things on Tuesday's list rolled to Wednesday. Yeah, there were a few things that popped up that weren't on the list but really not that many. Everything just seems to take longer than I plan for it. Poor planning? Or maybe poor execution.
It wouldn't be so bad except I always get the things that other people are waiting for done first. Makes sense, right? Get those critiques off to the crit group, take care of those committee e-mails, get the correspondence and blogs and all that stuff out of the way first and then do the non-deadline items. Except right now, one of those non-deadline items is my WIP. Nobody waiting on those re-writes but me. Easy to let it slip to the bottom of the list. To roll over to the next day. And the next.
I know what I need to do, of course. Change my priorities. Set a writing scedule and stick to it. Put my writing first. I know this.
I know it.
I just need to slap myself around a little and get back on track. Anyone care to jump in and add a smack?
Hey, remember the grandson who lost his glasses in the lake at Scout camp? He's doing the responsible thing and told his dad he'd pay for the new glasses, but he'd have to do it in payments. Well, I'm doing my part. I hired him to cut down some of the broken branches left by that big wind storm we had a couple weeks ago. He did a lot of the work today. Guess how much writing I got done while waiting to see if he was going to fall out of a tree.
Actually, I was proud of him. Worked like a dog all day for money he knows is going right to his dad. He's growing up. Nope, I'm not ready for that either.
Okay, I'm going back to work. But please don't forget to give me a smack upside my head, or a well-placed kick, or something. Sometimes I need a little push.
Trivia Questions for Today:
1. Two of the longest-running musicals in the London West end theater scene opened in 1981 and 1984 and feature the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber. What are they?
2. Born in 1847 in Hungary, he grew to become an American journalist and publisher who eventually purchased the New York Sun and the St. Louis Evening Dispatch newspapers. Who was he?
3. Near what body of water, not far from what town, did Henry David Thoreau build a cabin in 1845 and live for more thatn two years?
Do you know? Give them a try. I'll post the answers on Monday.
