I'm having trouble settling down. I have work to do, but I keep wanting to write other things. I'm between a third and halfway through seriously editing Novel One and I work a day and goof off a day and find other shit to do another day and suddenly three days are gone and Novel One sits around, getting lonely.
It's hormones and weather. I know this. I also have the solution, but I keep talking myself out of it. When I get like this, I need to put myself on a schedule. It's like potty training a dog. If you take them out regularly, they eventually catch on and do the right thing on their own. I need to set up a schedule and only have free days on days that are really free.
So, starting tomorrow, I'm potty training my monkey mind. Mini deadlines work every time. I can have it done in fourteen days or less so I can make Novel Two pretty enough to let someone else read it. That should take another twenty-eight days or so.
Tonight? I'm not starting tonight. Supper. Dishes. Shower. Write something that gives me joy. Bed. Then a date with the first deadline tomorrow.
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