(But you’d be wrong.)
I set myself too many writing goals and get overwhelmed and don’t know where to start or what to do first and don’t get anything done at all.
But it’s not just writing.
I sign up to do too many things and get overwhelmed and don’t know where to start or what to do first and end up scrambling to get them done at the last minute.
I make too many plans for my time off and get overwhelmed and end up not getting anything done at all. (Or I do a few things and beat myself up for not getting everything done.)
That’s where I am right now.
Over committed.
(Some say I should probably just be committed and they may be right.)
On the other hand, I will probably be getting more productive soon. My unending free time is about to come to an end: I start a new job on the 31st. I’ve said before that having less time to do things makes me get more things done, so we’ll see how that goes.
Meanwhile, I have five swaps to get out by Monday, Rainbow Snippets and Snippet Sunday blog hops, and a crafting area in my bedroom that looks like the aftermath of a tornado. (And a basement craft room that doesn’t look much better.)
And writing and editing that are really starting to nag at me and tell me how neglected they’re feeling, because, you know, I don’t have enough hanging over my head as it is.
Why do I always overextend myself?
I’m always utterly convinced that I’m going to get everything done. Maybe I have too much faith in myself?
No.
More than likely it’s just that I never think things are going to take as long as they actually do.
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