It’s two fifteen in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas.
I know there are people for whom that statement is the culmination of a life-long dream. It screams, “I’m working for myself! I’m my own boss! Nobody on the internet knows you’re a dog!”
For me it’s mostly an indication of an utter failure to achieve things in an ideal order.
First I rolled over and slept an extra twenty-five minutes, time in which I really should’ve been showering. Then I’d forgotten I needed to brown the lambshank before dumping it in the crockpot, so that meant my 15 minutes of make-dinner/eat breakfast time this morning turned into half an hour, which is especially annoying since it turned out I didn’t have a frying pan really large enough to properly brown the lambshank with.
The next 15 minute break was used up making bread, ’cause we were nearly out. And really, it’s all gone to hell. I’ve just now gotten to 3K, which is psychologically much more damning than reaching 3K by noon. If you’ve written 3K by noon, well, damn, doing another 3K after noon seems like a breeze. Granted, having another 2K to do after 2pm isn’t that bad, but it’s nothin’ like as good as being done with the bulk of the work before lunch.
And now, although I really do want to get that other 2K done so I’m *done* with it, I also really need to get out of the house and do some errands. Buy toilet paper, for example, as we’re totally out. This is, as they say in the vernacular, a problem. Besides, I haven’t left the house since Saturday, so I need to do that anyway, for the sake of my sanity.
(This is a major problem with me writing a lot. Writing trumps all. On the one hand, right now I really need it to trump all. On the other, my butt is numb from so much time in the chair, and “exercise” is only a word in the dictionary, which makes me sad. And fat.)
9:45 am here, and yet, your post sounds oh so familiar…
(I did make it to the gym and the market yesterday, though.)
Hugs – sounds like you are having so MUCH fun.
I have to leave ‘early’ today cuase I forgot to buy rabbit food over the weekend. I forgot to buy person food too but that’s different. If you need out of the house and such today there is always
“Just a timely reminder that our next Ballea Writers Meeting is on Monday 26th November 2007 at the Carrigaline Court Hotel at 7.30pm.
We will also have a visiting writer Mairaid from Midelton participating with us for one hour on Monday night who will give us an insight into her experience of getting published, along with some readings ,and questions and answers.
Having met and listened to Mairaid about six months ago I would recommend her pragmatic approach to writing and her hands on advise ref getting started with an agent and the do’s and don’t’s of the publishing world.”
2:15? In pajamas. Hmph. That’s nothing.
In the past week, there was at least one day that I didn’t get out of my pajamas until almost 6. Twins can do that to you.
Oh and btw – I had a lost weekend (minus alcohol) and got out of my PJs at about 5 on Sunday…I got into them at 2 am Friday night/Saturday morning.
And I got nothing written unlike the previous time I did that where I got several thousands of words written.
I’m a bad girl… a bad bad girl..
lol
It’s 12:30 and I’ve barely made 2000 words and been up since 7:30. Some interruptions, but your word count always just blows me away. 2000 words is a good DAY for me, and more than I expect of myself.
Anyway, the sun is shining, the house is relatively clean, and I now MUST get those South Carolina writing retreat disposable cameras and photos developed and on disk.
Smooches,
Robin
Oh, and I am out of my pjs, but in my cleaning clothes, so I have to get dressed. Think I’ll wear the shirt that I sponsored for the SC retreat (and got a copy), of the above cover, with my ever-present winter turtleneck.
smooches again robin
If I were not so very far behind I’d be much happier doing 2K day instead of 5K days. :) OTOH, yeah, it’s not that much struggle for me, really, particularly if I get up in the morning and get right to work. Different brains, is all. :)
Yay retreat photos! :)
Ok, it was 2500 words, and I could probably fry my brain for a few days doing 3000 then collapse….
Robin