Apparently, I’m still on my altered goal of 2000 words a day. I did manage to hit it today, though I’m just now finishing the last 250 words (that turned into more than 500) at ten thirty. And I didn’t even have clients today for my day job. Go figure.

I’m starting to figure out that my writing progress is typically good when all the other projects in my life are on track. When something gets off course or there’s a set back, my writing is the first to suffer. I’m not sure exactly why that is.

I haven’t had setbacks per se, just various issues concerning my upcoming move and the progress I’m making on my vacation house remodeling job. It’s actually going quite well – better than expected – but I’m still impatient. I’m trying to juggle many different balls in the air at the same time, while also wearing multiple hats, too. It can be nerve wracking.

Many other projects, though, suffer from neglect each and every day and I haven’t quite figured out how to re-focus or retain my focus on those projects so I am more productive.

I know I spend a lot of time watching tv. Don’t get me wrong, I piddle at work and writing and research during commercials, or here and there between tv shows. If there’s no tv shows to watch, I tend to just drone out watching the news. All day. The same old crap, over and over again. Oh, wait. That’s something new happening. Oh, no it’s not. My fault.

Same old crap again.

But, for some reason, I just can’t shake it. I have a system. Fox News in the morning until 9am (I hate their Outnumbered show). Then I switch it over to Fox Business and watch Varney for an hour. Then back to FN until about 11am when I go in and eat lunch. By then I’m pretty sick of the news and finally turn it off. But, by then, it’s already 12pm and I realize I haven’t even finished my editing yet!

What the hell?

I jump back into it, but then look up and realize it’s close to 4pm, when I have to deal with clients again. Then dinner. Then I’m tired and have no desire to do research or work on non-fiction projects.

Freaking frustrating.

Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t be complaining. I don’t have to actually go to work every day. I don’t have a boss or even coworkers. I really have zero excuses not to be 100% productive.

I should be up on the room, screaming, “I’m on top of the world!”

Unfortunately, I’m slouching in my recliner, saying, “Oh, pitiful poor me, I can’t seem to get motivated to do anything today.”

What the hell is wrong with me? I need to just get off my butt and just do it already. Where are my Nike tennis shoes?

(I wrote 835 and edited 1569 words today)

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About Isaac Hunter

Author of Supernatural Suspense Fiction, rabid fan of religious and scientific subjects, and currently working on a secluded, lakefront Eden in the Pacific Northwest. Avid hiker, kayaker and pizza lover.

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