There are days - like today - when I want to completely d...

There are days - like today - when I want to completely disregard the routines that make up day-to-day living and just write on into the night - let the dog go unfed and unwalked, the cat-boxes uncleaned, not do the grocery shopping, and not do the prep-work ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for the class that's going to start IN THREE WEEKS (and certainly not keep up with my blog). I've seldom had a problem "disciplining" myself to sit down and work. The problem has always been "disciplining" myself to do anything else - with the exception of the time I spend with friends and family. I grudged taking a nap this afternoon because it cut into my work-time, despite the fact that I was so sleepy (long story) that what I was turning out was drek.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, or whether the mode I've worked out for my own existence as a writer is "correct." I live by myself; I feel better and write better if I get exercise and don't live on junk; I need (and love) my part-time teaching work and look forward to teaching a new class (which NEEDS those maps I have to start this evening...)

I also need rest. I remember my first weekend-long writing-binges - Star Trek stories for my friends in 1966 - and the savor has not abated one iota. (Although at the time I was in High School and didn't have to worry about things like the mortgage, medical insurance, or what food was in the fridge...)

I've never found an answer to this problem.