I took myself in hand last Sunday and shoved all my headspace negativity into a big box. Since then, I've written like 5700 words. Not a record by any stretch, but they're words on paper moving toward a finished story. I did not do any editing. At this point, editing would be antithetical to my purpose - which is to write without being critical.
I did a boatload of marketing. The SCIU sale is still running until tomorrow night.
Unfortunately, now that I'm writing again, I'm not reading as much. Only two books finished last week and one of those was finished yesterday afternoon. If this slowdown keeps up, I may regret upping my reading goal for the year. Derp.
On the activity front, I only did 3 out of 7 days, and most of that was cleaning. I went from the 3rd to the 13th without taking a walk, which sucked. I made myself walk Friday night because I really needed it (and it was finally cool enough to walk without sweating myself into a raisin). We shall not talk about weight.
We're still battling bugs. The fleas are fewer, but the oak mites have been voracious little bastards. Kira gets her next flea treatment tomorrow. There's nothing we can do about the oak mites except pray for colder weather and limit our time outside. Which sucks. My gardens are all totally neglected and pathetic.
Now that I'm writing again, I seem to be less keen on baking. I guess the baking bug was my brain's way of telling me I needed to create something and be productive. The writing is happening and the bug's flittered away. Poor Hubs will have to live without as many home baked things. And my ass will probably thank me for not shoving carbs down my throat as often. I'll still make granola bars for Hubs and oatmeal cookies, though, cuz that's how I roll.
Ugh, I just remembered that I have a pork roast sitting in the fridge that I have to cook today. Not ugh because I don't like port roast, but ugh because I keep forgetting it's in there. (Only two days, so no worries about old pork, but still.) (Also ugh because thinking about food first thing in the morning grosses me out.)
Okay, that's more than enough from me this week. How's things with you?