Usually I am very disciplined about getting my work done, even with few official deadlines and no boss looking over my shoulder. But these past two weeks, I have been a dawdler.
Instead of starting a new book or writing more on any I’ve started, I’ve gone out 12 evenings in a row. I’ve put away my summer clothes. I’ve cleaned my condo. Done laundry. Talked on the phone. Zoomed around the Internet.
Last week I scheduled something every day at lunch, which broke up the day in a funny way.
What do you do to get back on track?
Maybe I just needed a break, some time to refill the well. Or maybe I just don’t feel like I’m really working unless I’m immersed in a book and turning out lots of new pages. Maybe I should acknowledge that there are different forms of work: I performed in an improv show Monday night, was an extra for almost 12 hours on Tuesday, finished a non-paying article before deadline, sent out a bunch of auditions, sent voiceover Web site updates to my designer…but I still wonder, is that enough?