Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Light My Fire

Okay, not THAT fire -- but will somebody please light a fire under my butt?  For the past week I've been dabbling in so many things, trying to get stuff accomplished, and definitely NOT succeeding.

As my Dad would say, my "head is full of tommyrot."  I have so much on my mind that I seem to flit from one thing to another leaving a trail of things undone.  I have the best of intentions, but I also get easily distracted.  Oh, I better do a load of laundry.  So I do.  And then I forget about it and three days later I have to wash it again because it stinks. 

I have e-mails that need answering, and I mark them "keep as new" on my account, and then they get further down on the list and I forget about them until I have so many emails I have to start deleting and then--oh my!--there's that one I meant to answer two weeks ago.

I'm drowning in minutiae. 

How did I ever accomplish anything when I had a full-time job?
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  1. DorothySeptember 30, 2009 at 4:59 PM

    To keep the fire burning under our butts, some of my writing friends and I have what we call "cave dragons" who watch over us, protecting our writing cave against distractions and intrusions and blowing hot air on our butts when needed. Sometimes it works…

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  2. Ingrid KingOctober 1, 2009 at 12:04 PM

    I need a cave dragon. Can it protect my e-mail inbox, too?

    Only half kidding. Most of my e-mails are e-mail I want to receive, but it's got to be the single biggest distraction. I just can't seem to resist checking it multiple times a day....

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