I'm laughing at myself this morning. All summer long I couldn't wait for the first day of school because then I would have peace and quiet and get some writing done.
This morning I sent my older three off to the bus, then walked the younger two down to the elementary school. After a good-bye kiss, and testing to see my bespectacled first-grader could read the board from his seat, I waltzed out the door, a free spirit. Did I go straight home and start writing?
First I went jogging on the beach. Hey, exercise is important!
Then of course I had to shower, but not before checking and responding to some e-mails.
Then I decided to clean and vacuum my room. The pest control people are coming on Wednesday - I can't let them think I'm a slob.
Laundry came next. Also very important.
And some more e-mail.
And by then I needed to fix myself a snack.
Running out of excuses, I decided to call my husband at work and chat for a few minutes.
Now I'm writing a blog post and fighting an impulse to go out and check the mailbox.
WHY DO I DO THIS? Partly because I feel like I have all day, but that's an illusion. I'm killing my day slowly, minute by wasted minute. The other part is trepidation. Can I go in and face the fact that my manuscript isn't yet doing all those things I dreamed it would?
But if I don't get back to work, my manuscript will never do anything.
Bye! I'm off to do some scribbling!