I have a whole Sunday, and I have quite the list of things to do, but I can’t decide where to direct my energy next.
- Try doing the finances
- Clean and declutter by my chair
- Vacuum the living room
- Take out the trash
- Write a story
- Take an exam to increase my earning abilities
- That will probably entail trying to start a budget, and my afternoon will absolutely run away from me
- I might be better off doing that when the kids are asleep so I can just watch TV and throw things out
- My son is using the TV and the vacuum is noisy and I don’t want to disrupt him
- I’m waiting for help to gather the cat sand upstairs because I want to completely replace it and I need some help from the aforementioned son
- I’m afraid of sitting in front of a blank screen when I could be doing something productive
- I might be better off doing this in the evening after the kids are asleep
So instead of doing something productive, I’m goofing off on my blog. I think I’m going to go with #2 for now, and hope I don’t get distracted by the shelves, which need a second culling.
I’m watching a Hermitcraft Livestream today, and FalseSymmetry just said the phrase I picked as the title for today. The entry might not have anything else to do with balance. Just wanted to explain that before moving on and you realize there’s nothing going on in the post that has anything to do with the title.
I probably worry too much.
Yesterday was spent on publishing activities, which took just as much time publishing to one location as they do publishing to two or three locations. Someone, please explain to me how that works. *eyeroll*
Since I was publishing, I didn’t write much.
105 fiction words, 261 total words
As you can see, I still made a little bit of an effort before I crashed for the evening. While normally I would not be happy with that number, I got ridiculous amounts of other things done.
- Laundry picked up from Grandmother’s house
- Junior Youth to foot doctor
- Trip to my bank
- Trip to Grandmother’s bank
- Mail picked up from Grandmother’s house (separate trip)
- Visiting with Grandmother
- Youths paid for chores
- Published new short under pen name
So 105 fiction words? It’s good.
Today is going well, too. So far:
- Gone through Junior Youth’s clothing to see what fits, has holes, etc
- Finished Grandmother’s laundry
- Halfway through my laundry
- More publishing activities
- Lunch made
Still on the docket?
- Finish laundry
- Return laundry to Grandmother’s house
- Write (2,000-5,000 words)
- Start Income & Expenses post for tomorrow
- Start Monthly Review for tomorrow (it’s looking to be a blog heavy day)
- Work up a newsletter for Ivey Books
Actually, that’s probably going to get really overwhelming. At least the first three should happen today. I may just let the rest slide into tomorrow.
Well, I hope everyone is having a lovely day! I’m getting drowsy. A nap might feel good. (Naps, like sneezes, always feel good, of course. I’m just saying I might take one now.)
Do you know how difficult it is to get sand out of the base of a portable basketball hoop? The hole is about as big as a child’s wrist, and as it’s had a decade to settle. Inevitably, moisture has made it’s way inside as well as several generation’s worth of spiders.
It is difficult. And heavy. Quite, quite heavy.
Four of us worked on it for an hour. Shaking, thumping, rocking, stabbing, and sweeping, and then once it was light enough for two men to lift, we shoveled the sand onto the grass, then swept the grass with a deck broom.
And then it started to snow. So heavy things were carried from the basement to the front porch, to the garage!
I’m pooped, is what I’m getting at. And that is why this post is a bit late.
Yesterday I watched too much television and wrote too little. 291 fiction words were all I managed in two sessions. Blog words hit at 277 for two posts (nowhere near the 1,000 I wanted). I was incredibly productive in other things, and while the other things aren’t my passion, it’s always good to feel accomplished.
Something I have a problem with is realizing that even if I don’t write much, I still very likely was incredibly productive in other areas. While my focus is on words, however, things that can’t be measured that way sometimes feel insignificant.
But they aren’t.
Yesterday, I wrote 483 total words – 339 here, and 144 on 001, a story about cats and technology and maybe a little bit of magic.
Today, I signed what will hopefully turn out to be the last bit of paperwork for the car I purchased in the middle of last month. My husband signed his portion earlier in the day.
Today, I dropped paperwork off at the office that I should have remembered to take care of last week. Now, there won’t be any residual guilt tomorrow when I have off.
Today, I took footstools my parents will be selling back to their home, and brought back to my home a coffee table my grandfather made, a crib my father made, and a typewriter (manual, I believe) that is the same as the one my parent used in college. I now can proudly boast to have three typewriters in my house, none of which are currently in use.
Today I organized my receipts (a task generally designated for Sunday evenings) and watched the film Big Eyes in time I would not otherwise have been able to write.
I also took a nap.
Now I am taking care of one last thing that is important to me, which is my blog. As I have now completed that task, I will shortly begin to write. Something interesting is about to happen, although I don’t know what quite yet. I’m sure it will come to me.
Updates about today’s words tomorrow!