For most of today, I languished in a haze of under-motivated lethargy–randomly surfing, hopping from one editorial task to another without completing anything, and prodding various WiPs halfheartedly. That hasn’t happened in QUITE a while. I haven’t had the luxury of being able to drag my feet or putter about sighing “I don’t feel like doing this” in so long, I feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong.
It’s not that my plate is free of hamsters or anything–on the contrary, my “Things to Do” list continues to threaten to overflow the page–but rather there are now a manageable number of the buggers swarming over it, resulting in a less panicked, frantic, and frenzied me. While most certainly a good thing, it’s also made me wonder if I need the impetus of a Damoclesian sword to keep up my level of productivity.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it and can allow myself the occasional day of wallowing in profligate indolence. Meh.
But tomorrow, I really need to get back to work . . .
Writing Stuff
New Words:
– 600 on the Japanese fantasy. Still no title, dammit.
Received:
– Payment from Writing-World for next month’s Writing for Young Readers column. Zounds, that was speedy. Me likie.
What is it about things at the moment? Almost everyone I know is going through a “blah — I’m unmotivated and have so much to do, but don’t want to do any of it” phase.
Can’t be SADD as we’ve had quite a bit of sun, and it’s still warm in general, but I’m buggered if I can figure out what’s creating the world-wide lethag…
Oh dear …
I hope it’s not the Pax. The G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate!
ARGH!! REAVERS!!!
Reavers, woo! I mean, eee!
“Can’t be SADD as we’ve had quite a bit of sun“
Also, I don’t suffer from SADD. I get happier the darker it gets. I find grey, cloudy days soothing and peaceful, and bright, sunny days a bit oppressive and a lot draining. I actually like that the office I work in has no windows so I never have to deal with streamers of sunlight blinding me or causing glare or just being all stark and annoying.
Eugie,
Let the blasted hamsters levitate for one day. You’ve been up to your neck in hamsters and obviously need a short break. Take the day and do something special just for yourself. We, and the rest of the world, will be here when you get back. Start being productive tomorrow morning. For today, snuggle and pet Hobkin and your SO, go someplace special for dinner, relax in a hot bubble bath… Whatever you do to give yourself a treat. You’ve earned some downtime. Take it! Run with it! Tell the rest of the world that for one day thay can kiss your— Well, you get the idea. Just do something for yourself today and make a fresh start tomorrow.
Dan
Evil tempter! Down that path lies missed deadlines and dropped hamsters!
On the other hand, there’s always whack-a-hamster when juggling fails.
Funny, I’m feeling the same way. Very undermotivated. The to-do list is (as always) at my elbow… I managed to write all of three things so far. And it’s after 5:30. *sigh* I guess it’s Cosmic Work-Blah Day. *tosses confetti*
Confetti, yay! Although it’s turning into Cosmic Work-Blah Week . . .
Screw it. Confetti, yay!
If I win your chapbook in the Apex raffle, will you personalize it for me? 🙂
(I’ve already bid on it, btw, along with a Eugie edit, but I just thought I’d ask…)
Of course! Although you’ll have to shed your anonymity for me to do so.
I forced myself to finish something at the salt mines today. So how come my WOTF story is languishing in a marked-up draft by my side? I feel MY pain.
Hurray for the fork stuck in your salt mine task! I’m a firm believer in celebrating every accomplishment. But next up, the WoTF
possumstory. Definitely.I had to sew Persian garb in a week. Having a serious deadline stomps right on the procrastination bug.
Doesn’t do much for sleep patterns, though.
You know, even when you are in a lazy fog, you write so well. I love reading your entires…you express what I feel, except with humor and eloquence. You ubergood!