My house is a pigsty. My 'to-do' list is half-forgotten under a pile of other notes and it doesn't have a third of what I really need to do on it. My story sits on a 5-subject notebook buried in a pile on the edge of the dining room table. (You should see my dining room table. Seriously, have you seen it? Because I haven't seen it in days.) I don't even want to think about the pork roast I meant to cook three days ago that's sitting in the fridge (hopefully not rotting).
Today, all that crap stops. Regardless of what else is going on in my life right now, I need to get my head out of my ass and get to work. So what if I'm scatterbrained? So what if things that are happening stall me to the point where I drop on the couch afterwards and embrace the TV coma?
"Geez Louise, girlfriend, you're pathetic."
Today I will work, regardless of distractions. I have too much to do and too little time to do it in for all this lollygagging. And if something does pull my focus elsewhere, I will take care of the immediate issue and then get back to work. I will not be lured into watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy, or Dr. Phil (my new secret shame), or leftover Frasier and Friends episodes.
And if I'm all done with the stuff on my list for today, if I'm sort of close to getting my daily life in some kind of order - I will sit down with that damn notebook and WRITE. Because regardless of what else is happening in my right-now life, writing is my forever-life and it doesn't deserve to be shunted aside like the ugly girl at prom.
So there. =op