Rantings of too much to do.

The tension is building up.  I find that I try to distract myself from what I should be doing.  If I should be writing or editing, I'm reading.  If I should be critiquing, I'm editing my own work.  If I should be looking up vow ideas, I'm playing on FB or checking my e-mail.  If I should be working on wedding things, I'm doing anything but.

Yes, I've been putting off everything by doing everything else.  I guess when I really need to do something, my lazybones says no.  Sigh... and so I need to find a way to force myself to get focused.  I know there is much to be done in many aspects of my life.  I want to keep editing my book, so as to be ready to start really writing next month on the sequel.  I want to keep up with the crits, some of my critique partners have addictive stories and I hate leaving a good story left unfinished, either in reading or writing one.  I need to work on my vows, I barely have a clue on how to start.  Yes the writer who gets writers block on wedding vows, how poetically ironic.  Then there is the loose ends for the wedding.  Ah yes there is so much to be done and I don't want to drop any of it for the other.  So I end up a scattered mess of I want, I want, I want.  Oh well.  There is only one thing truly stopping me from being organized and getting everything done that I need doing, and that... is me.

So my fabulous organizational skills are being put to the test. Its easy to organize, but it's so hard staying that way.  Perhaps I should focus on one thing at a time, but from all the work experience I've had in the past 16 years, I've never seen that work out quite well.  Organize while multitasking is more my style anyway, I just need the will to do it.  Hm, yes and where will I find that will... in my next e-mail or crit or um... oops doing it again. OK OK I'm getting back to figuring out what I need to do right now. Hope everyone has a good week.  I'll be pulling my hair out soon, and wishing I could just snap a finger and poof... done. It's nice living in a fantasy world. lol
Oh look... pretty... :) Oh wait, no that's not what I should be doing right now.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 6, 2011 at 3:05 PM

    I totally know what you mean! I need to edit, but I also need to get started on the sequel! I want to keep up with the critiquing so that everyone can get their responses in a timely manner too. And then there are the blogs I should be keeping track of (just look at how long it took me to respond to this lol). That's not counting the hours I spent at work or actually trying to spend time with the fiance. Yeesh! Not enough hours in the day, seriously.

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