So I'm just sitting on my ass watching TV, drinking coffee, yelling at the dogs like the insolent children they are (only these little ingrates won't bring me the remote), when I realize. Um. It's Wednesday.
I've got a blog to do.
I'm such a frickin' slacker lately. Sorry word counts, lots of ideas and no follow-through. Oh yeah, I suck.
Take the League book club, for instance. Where's that been? I can't even remember if we came close to picking a book (feel free to leave a suggestion, last time I asked, Black Magic Woman was mentioned quite a bit).
Then there's my WIP. It seems I'll do just about anything to avoid it. Oh...not in my head, that thing is just about all I think about, it's just the actual sitting down and writing that's not happening. I may need to hit the skids and pick up some hot Ritalin or something.
The exercise is helping a bit. Clearing my head. I nearly wrote 1000 words on Monday. Yesterday: 0.
Bad, I know.
I'm getting back on schedule. There's no ifs, ands or buts about that. I have to, the clock is running. So no more internet for the first 6 hours of my day. In and out for my scheduled blogs and that's it. I'll even need to limit my email checks. It's like I need to retrain my brain, create some new habits.
I'm heading down the same road I travelled with Road Trip, so to speak. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Rush panicked through a first draft, heart beating like a jackhammer, stressed as shit.
Must. Pull. It. Together.
I'm off to do that.