There is such a thing as too much time
All week I am content with the little bit I can get written because I keep thinking I’ll make up for it over the weekend. Then the weekend comes and goes, and I still haven’t gotten enough done.
Seriously, how does this happen?
Well this weekend it happened like this:
Saturday morning I slept in. The DH had to work early, so I also had dog duty, which meant no early morning work. Saturday would have been salvaged by the work I got done at the coffeeshop with Knitty Kay, but once I left the coffeeshop I also quit working for the day.
Today. I did a little work. Had dog duty again. Sat down at the computer and wasted time. Realized I needed to get dinner in the crockpot. Sat down at the computer, and realized I really needed to clean/re-organize my desk.
Well, I think you get the idea. I had the whole day to work and I got 363 words and 2 pages revised. Not exactly stellar productivity.
Yes, it is only 6:47 right now, but I reached a good stopping point, and I’ve stopped. I have 12 days to get crap done. I cannot afford to have these kinds of days. That thought was really the only reason I even made 363 words today. It could have been much worse.
I guess that is my silver lining. “It could have been worse.”