This has been one of those weird weeks where nothing is really coming together, but at the same time, I’m getting things done. Just not the right things. Or I’m too distracted to keep track of them. I don’t know.
My fitness schedule is off track and perhaps completely irreparable at this point. The house is a crazy, unorganized mess (which in turn is driving me crazy and feeding my disorganized-ness.) I’ve written maybe 500 words this week, and they were all in my head. The dogs are wondering why we aren’t taking our evening walks. And one of them has extremely bad digestive issues.
On the other hand, we took a huge load of recycling and garbage down to the dump, I made a dress from scratch for my oldest daughter, I made my spouse a gambeson for SCA heavy armor combat, and I figured out why Darth Jeeves (our Samsung robot vacuum shaped like Darth Vader’s helmet) wasn’t working and got him back and re-charged. I also figured out a plot transition for Trial Run, and got a bunch of stuff done for my part-time job at the church.
Perhaps it’s because I’m waiting to hear back from a couple of things that are going to seriously impact my life. I’ve always had trouble waiting for information that I need to make plans. Once I have it, no problem, I can get my mind set and start working on it. But waiting for that piece of news that I need drives me bonkers. And then I have trouble writing and concentrating and end up all over the place with random stuff.
We’ll see how it turns out. In the meantime, I’m going to try to sneak out for some alone time at a local café to get some writing done. I’ve got another project with a deadline, and so much house to clean that it will distract me for a good, long minute. Next week is a new week, after all, and there is fresh ink in the printer, and words to put on paper.
But in the meantime … more coffee!