2 things
The good news first:
I've created a new blog. No, not one to replace this one with, but one specifically for writing (and reading) related material. You can find it here.
I'm hoping it will help me stay focused and on track with my writing goals. I'll still use this blog for personal and non writing things--I mean I wouldn't want to be whining on my "professional blog" and I wouldn't want to bore all of you with my submission details or current reading list and whatnot. :)
And secondly... Fail.
I was hoping to post "I completed my revision to the torture story today" on said new writing blog but I did nothing of the sort. I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off and didn't get a lot that I wanted to do today done. But I can look at all the stuff I did do this weekend and still be pretty happy with that. But where did all the time go?
Of all the things I wanted to do this weekend, writing was on the top of the list. I did put some brain time into it, but no "Butt in chair, Hands on keybaord" time.
I didn't sleep in too badly either day of this weekend? And I even stayed up pretty late being productive (and I did do some relaxing--I know that's necessary).
Why can I never set realistic goals, or I guess, finish my to do list? Will I ever be satisfied if I don't have a billion more things to do? Something makes me doubt it...
Man, wouldn't it be nice to work part time again...then I could spend at least 10 more hours a week doing things for me instead of for someone else. sigh...
I've created a new blog. No, not one to replace this one with, but one specifically for writing (and reading) related material. You can find it here.
I'm hoping it will help me stay focused and on track with my writing goals. I'll still use this blog for personal and non writing things--I mean I wouldn't want to be whining on my "professional blog" and I wouldn't want to bore all of you with my submission details or current reading list and whatnot. :)
And secondly... Fail.
I was hoping to post "I completed my revision to the torture story today" on said new writing blog but I did nothing of the sort. I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off and didn't get a lot that I wanted to do today done. But I can look at all the stuff I did do this weekend and still be pretty happy with that. But where did all the time go?
Of all the things I wanted to do this weekend, writing was on the top of the list. I did put some brain time into it, but no "Butt in chair, Hands on keybaord" time.
I didn't sleep in too badly either day of this weekend? And I even stayed up pretty late being productive (and I did do some relaxing--I know that's necessary).
Why can I never set realistic goals, or I guess, finish my to do list? Will I ever be satisfied if I don't have a billion more things to do? Something makes me doubt it...
Man, wouldn't it be nice to work part time again...then I could spend at least 10 more hours a week doing things for me instead of for someone else. sigh...