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Wow!  Less than a week left in this month.  Where has it gone?

And, more importantly, will it please go faster? I am so done with the heat and humidity.  I would like cooler temperatures, please, thank you.  And air that you can breathe without the use of gills.  (We’re going back up to 90F this weekend. Ugh. Just… ugh.)

Anyhow, as much as I’m ready for the month to be over, I’m not ready for the month to be over.  There’s still too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it.

And yet, somehow, the things that have to get done will get done.  Maybe not with time to spare, but they’ll get done.

It’s the things that I want to get done that aren’t going to happen.

Part of the problem is that the “ottas” and “gottas” (as in “I oughta do…” and “I gotta do…”) are crowding out the “wannas.”

The “ottas” and “gottas” are also crushing motivation because they pile up so high and so fast that a “what’s the use in trying” mentality sets in.

And then my stubborn streak kicks in and I try anyhow.

And then reality takes hold and agrees with “what’s the use” until the stubborn streak gives it a talking to and a compromise is reached.

(Things get interesting inside my mind…)

And then reality says, “Okay. We can do this and this and maybe these, but not that or those, and why in the hell did you decide to try to do so much stuff anyhow?”

Reality is such a bitch.

And a bossy bitch at that.

Reality can go jump in a lake.

But I am seeing progress the “ottas” and “gottas” and they have a definite deadline so there is an end in sight.

And I’m even seeing spurts of creativity and new ideas.

(Even reality can’t keep a writer down for long.)

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to go join reality in that lake.

Preferably one fed by cold mountain streams.


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I’m giving up on weekends.

Okay, so I can’t really take them out of the calendar or anything, but I’m going to have to reconcile myself to the fact that I don’t get anything accomplished on Saturday and Sunday.

For one thing, I work weekends. This by itself would not be a problem, at least, no more of a problem than working on weekdays, but (as you’ve no doubt noticed) I now participate in two blog hops on weekends.  I try to keep up with them as people post (so I’m not trying to finish them at the end of the week) so that kind of puts just about everything else on hold.

Remember that fifty word paragraph I was having trouble with in Friday’s post? Well, I rewrote it Friday night and tried to type it into Word on Saturday.  It took over an hour because I didn’t want to fall behind on the blog hop.

On a brighter note, I had a really good night of doing paper edits on Saturday, and I’m almost done with the first round on Book Two of The Academy of the Accord.

But, yeah, I’m going to have to lower my expectations of productivity on Saturday and Sunday – and probably most of Monday, too.

This wouldn’t be so bad if I could count on making up lost time on my days off, but I’m afraid I’ve been slacking then, too.  Sometimes it seems that the more time I have to do something the longer it takes me to do it, and I’m actually more productive on work days.

No, that doesn’t mean I’m going to start working seven days a week. I need my weekends – even if they aren’t the same as everyone else’s.







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It’s About Time

Time for another blog post already?  Time flies when you’re not at work.

Ah, yes.  Time.  I’m beginning to think that Douglas Adams was right when he wrote that “Time is an illusion.”  How else do you explain that three days off zip past in the blink of an eye but three days at work drag on forever?

And have you ever noticed that tasks always seem to take longer than the time allotted for them?

And that different people have different ideas of what “in a minute” means?

Time, it seems, is not nearly as objective as some would have you believe.

I’ve been experiencing my own sort of time paradox lately.  Not just the with the “blink and they’re gone” days off, but with individual days.  I’ll look at the clock and ask myself how it got to be 1:30 in the afternoon, and then I’ll look again and it’s suddenly six o’clock in the evening.  Four and a half hours just… disappeared.

And yet, at work, I’ll look at the clock and see that I’m not even halfway through my eight hour shift, but I know I’ve been there for at least six hours.  And that last fifteen minutes waiting for the next shift to arrive?  It lasts an hour at least.

But it’s not just work vs. non work hours that are of inconsistent length.  Projects and errands always seem to overflow the time allotted to them.

And deadlines. No matter how aware I am of their impending arrival, they always manage to sneak up on me.

Like Christmas.  It’s at the same time every year and yet I’m never ready for it.

The same with NaNoWriMo. It starts on November 1st every year and I’m never quite ready.

And this year is especially bad.

I have far too much to do before the end of this month, and all of the things that I need to do are taking far longer than the amount of time I had planned out for them.

I either need to stock up on 5 Hour Energy Drinks (that wear off after three hours – there’s that time thing again) or learn how to live without sleep.

Oh, wait.  Living without sleep comes next month.




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Looming Deadlines

I love deadlines.  Seriously.  Without them I probably wouldn’t get anything done.

For instance, Camp NaNoWriMo starts on Tuesday, and so does NaPoWriMo.  In order to be ready for the two of them I need to have some stuff done and out of the way:

I want to have Sunday Snippet posts scheduled through April, both for Sanguine and for Doll.  (Which means I have to do some writing for Doll, as I don’t have enough of it written to carry me more than another week, if that.)

I also need to get posts written for my Pagan blog, The Wytch’s Cauldron.

I would like to finish the current edit of Sanguine and either find someone willing to give it a read or just format it and be done with it.

I also need to re-read what I have written for Books One and Two of The Other Mages trilogy and make some sort of rudimentary outline of them for Camp, or at least a list of what needs to happen by the end of each book and what loose ends are in danger of being left dangling.


I’ve been off for the last two days and I have done…

None of the above.

Well, last night I finished rough drafts of Cauldron posts, and I edited eight or nine chapters of Sanguine, but that’s been about it.

Which means that today, in addition to lunch out and a trip for groceries, I need to do everything else on my list, or as much of it as is humanly possible.

And you know what?  Most of it will get done.

Why?  Because there is a deadline looming over me and I know that for the next three days work will suck the life and energy out of me.

How?  Because almost all of this could have been done on Wednesday if I had just buckled down and done it.

Why didn’t I?  Because the deadline wasn’t ominously close enough.  And now that it is,now that I feel like I don’t have enough time to do everything, panic ensues, adrenaline kicks in, and things get done.


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