All right, all right, all right, all right.
I do this each week to be held accountable in the hope that when I write a post every Tuesday I can impress all y’all with my impressiveness.
Alas, this is Week Two of Not Much Done At All. I can still blame baseball because it’s still going on…but that’d be a poor excuse. I wish I could self-analyze my lack of progress, but mostly I think I’m against self-analysis at the moment. Perhaps I’m just drained at the moment? Every now and then that happens.
Plus I’m suffering from the Bright Shiny New Idea moment. Only in my case, when it rains, it pours. In the past week I have come up with some really kick-ass premises for some new novels. And a play. And a mini-play. The ideas bombarding me this week are enough to keep me busy for the next five years. Easy.
Yet I can’t seem to get stuff down.
I’m in daydream land right now, not action land.
Help me out here: what do you do to convince yourself to Get To Work?