People you know these hard times can't last us so long

Haven't done a lot of writing for the last couple of days, which is nobody's fault but mine. Actually, when it comes to writing – and a number of other things – right now I'm sort of experiencing a weird problem which is simultaneously "options paralysis" and "distracted sulking boredom."

The problem (again, in more areas than one) is that right this very moment I have very few literal, concrete obligations. I have day-job work to do, and I have Inexplicables to write (but that isn't due until September, so I'm able to be a little relaxed about it).

Other than those two reliable things, I have on my plate (a). three or four low-priority tasks that must be accomplished eventually, but not right this moment, and (b). approximately half a dozen projects (of varying sorts) that are totally up in the air…any one of which could land at any moment to become The New Afternoon Priority.*

I mean, it's good knowing that I have possibilities out there; but it's difficult to know how to prepare, and where to direct my energy. So when I feel overwhelmed (because I can't simultaneously and constructively brace for all eventualities) I just … seize up, and find it very difficult to work on anything. This is easy to justify because nothing is immediately due, and likewise nothing is presently The New Afternoon Priority (so I might as well hang around and play video games). But it also feels like I'm wasting perfectly good work time (because I am), when I finish with my day-job duties and then I flop on the couch to eat Girl Scout cookies and watch daytime talk shows (helloooo Ellen DeGeneres!).

Anyway.

Today I had a really bad bout of the Unattractive DramaBomb Sulks, but I'm all better now. I put on my big girl panties and cleaned the apartment (except for the bathroom; the husband can do it this one time), then sat around and did some extra day-job work because tomorrow I have to pack for Nova Albion in San Francisco this weekend – and I am a world champion paranoid excessive packing-planning crazy-person, so this takes me more time than it really ought to, and I'm afraid it'll eat into my work day.

Therefore, I will have you to know that I've been certifiably productive today despite the early Sulks, and the day is still young enough that I might actually get some writing done yet. But I've been a shitty blogger as well as a shitty fiction writer lately, so I'm posting this first in order to get Yet Another Productive Thing checked off the list.**

Go me!

* My day is broken up thusly: (1). day-job work in the morning, (2). break around 1:00 to get dressed/have lunch/tidy apartment/pet kitty, (3). writer work and/or writer business until the husband gets home from work, at least.

** Blogging is totally productive. You hush.

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