No more excuses. It’s time to get down to business.
Despite my best intentions, despite my fervent desire, despite my repeated admonitions to myself in the bathroom mirror, I have not looked at my novel since June 15, 2016. I have been a crappy friend to my little blog here, and we all know life’s too short for crappy friends.
No more excuses. It’s time to get down to business. If I can be honest, I haven’t done anything because I’ve got nowhere to work. That’s what I’ve been telling myself. We all know the story — tree falls on house, knocks out workspace, creativity and production grind to a halt as workspace gets rebuilt.
That story seems unfinished, though, right? There should be a few more lines that read “Workspace restored. Creativity and productivity resume. Best selling novels published. Movie rights sold. World peace ensues” — or something like that, I’m spitballing here.
The workspace isn’t finished. Seven months later and I’m able to say I’ve got four walls, two windows, and a roof, but that’s it. No dedicated workplace. No office where I can spread out my papers and notebooks and special pencils. My office is the one place where chaos happens. I let papers erupt from drawers, spill from bookshelves, slide off of precariously stacked towers of books. It’s all very controlled, but chaos nonetheless.
I tried to de-camp to the dining room table. The constant opening and closing of the front door, which is right off the dining room, was not conducive to getting work done, nor was the hammering, drilling, and random noises that sounded like the roof was being torn apart. Oh wait. . . the roof was being torn apart.
Could I have gone elsewhere? Sure, but call me old-fashioned. I was not comfortable leaving the house with the contractors going up and down the stairs all day long and leaving the front door wide open while they did it. Add to that my presence being needed for the various tete-a-tete’s with inspectors and contractors, I wasn’t going to get very far before being summoned back home.
*le sigh* First world problems, amirite?
No more excuses. It’s time to get down to business. I thoroughly enjoyed Christmas 2016. We were in our own home after having been nomads for two weeks while even more work was completed. We did the absolute most — movies, restaurants, visits to grandparents, visits to friends. We ate, we drank, we travelled. We sat an admired the tree when the house was still and the kids dreamt in sugar-coated Technicolor. We opened presents and no one asked, “Is that it?” We had family game nights and no one cried! We saw Hamilton and the children forgave us! Christmas miracles abounded!
No more excuses. It’s time to get down to business.
My last post was about goal setting and putting things in motion in advance of the New Year. What goals (short-term or long-term) did you start working on before January slid into place? What goal have you started on that a week from now or a month from now, you’ll be breaking your own arm patting yourself on the back for having smashed the ever-loving -ish out of it?
Me? You’re reading it. When I sat down at the dining room table (ugh), I had no idea what I was going to write. I didn’t even feel like writing, but I did it (I even proofed before posting-#wondersnevercease).
No more excuses. It’s time to get down to business.