For most of today, I languished in a haze of under-motivated lethargy–randomly surfing, hopping from one editorial task to another without completing anything, and prodding various WiPs halfheartedly. That hasn’t happened in QUITE a while. I haven’t had the luxury of being able to drag my feet or putter about sighing “I don’t feel like doing this” in so long, I feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong.
It’s not that my plate is free of hamsters or anything–on the contrary, my “Things to Do” list continues to threaten to overflow the page–but rather there are now a manageable number of the buggers swarming over it, resulting in a less panicked, frantic, and frenzied me. While most certainly a good thing, it’s also made me wonder if I need the impetus of a Damoclesian sword to keep up my level of productivity.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it and can allow myself the occasional day of wallowing in profligate indolence. Meh.
But tomorrow, I really need to get back to work . . .
– 600 on the Japanese fantasy. Still no title, dammit.
– Payment from Writing-World for next month’s Writing for Young Readers column. Zounds, that was speedy. Me likie.