I am so restless today.
I've been up since 7:30 this morning and so far I have vacuumed AND steam cleaned the carpets and couch, swept and mopped the kitchen, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned the litter boxes, walked the dog and washed and dried a load of laundry (which still hasn't been put away -- I HATE putting laundry away!) Guess what I haven't done today.
That's right.
I haven't worked on my novel.
Oh, I pulled the newly revamped Chapter One out, read it aloud and made adjustments. But as far as Chapter Two goes? I've barely looked at it. Each time I sit down to work, I can't sit still. I get up, wander around the house, move all my stuff to a new spot.
I started out in the chair:
And then moved to the table:
Where I had company:
(Our kitties, Brian and Lady)
And then the couch:
And I just can't sit still. Today should have been a productive day. I've had an entire day to myself, plenty of quality time with my thoughts. A printed out manuscript to work on (which no longer matches what I've got on my computer, thanks to the revisions I've already done) and tons of colored pens and sticky notes. This should be fun. So why am I so darn restless?
Does anyone else ever have this problem? Any suggestions on how to solve it? It's driving me INSANE!!!
I've been up since 7:30 this morning and so far I have vacuumed AND steam cleaned the carpets and couch, swept and mopped the kitchen, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned the litter boxes, walked the dog and washed and dried a load of laundry (which still hasn't been put away -- I HATE putting laundry away!) Guess what I haven't done today.
That's right.
I haven't worked on my novel.
Oh, I pulled the newly revamped Chapter One out, read it aloud and made adjustments. But as far as Chapter Two goes? I've barely looked at it. Each time I sit down to work, I can't sit still. I get up, wander around the house, move all my stuff to a new spot.
I started out in the chair:
And then moved to the table:
Where I had company:
(Our kitties, Brian and Lady)And then the couch:
And I just can't sit still. Today should have been a productive day. I've had an entire day to myself, plenty of quality time with my thoughts. A printed out manuscript to work on (which no longer matches what I've got on my computer, thanks to the revisions I've already done) and tons of colored pens and sticky notes. This should be fun. So why am I so darn restless?
Does anyone else ever have this problem? Any suggestions on how to solve it? It's driving me INSANE!!!