I should have known better, I really should. Maybe it was today being Friday the 13th. Maybe it was my boss having the day off so I was flying solo. Maybe it was just the universe fucking with me.
Either way, it’s my own fault for thinking “Okay, things are pretty calm, I can clock out for my lunch break and get some writing done”… Well, you can pretty much guess what happened next.
Since I seem to be coming out with quotes on my posts lately, the one that came to mind today was:
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
There’s been a fair bit of that, of both, since this time last year. Not that I’m complaining, better to be busy than bored. But I will admit to having difficulty juggling the demands on my attention.
I’m a people pleaser. I don’t want to let people down or disappoint them. And there are plenty of times when I’m running into a conflict between that impulse and writing. This is often where the self-sabotaging came kick in. If I downgrade my writing than it makes it that much easier to push it aside in favor of something else.
One of the reasons I keep making goals is to try and make it so that not writing (or posting, or reviewing) is letting people down. I know it’s not like I have people waiting eagerly for the next book on my series like George R.R. Martin but still.
I’m sure there’s things that I can and should be doing to help with this. I just need to work out what they are and how I can put them into action. And hope that life doesn’t happen while I’m doing so…