For weeks now I’ve been intending to use my weekends as writing time, but I haven’t done it, not a single word. Even though I wake up with the thought of what I need to and will write that day, once I get up and pee, all that goes out the window. I think instead of all the things I need to do: all the errands,the shopping, the people to see, the chores to do: even when I don’t HAVE to do any of those things. Just when I think that ‘now’ might be a good time to sit and crank out a page or two, I think of something that should be done instead, and that I need to do it, else I won’t focus on writing, knowing that, whatever it is, is hanging over my head.
And I know–KNOW–exactly what all this is: pure and simpe avoidance behavior, but I can’t make myself stop.
The only writing I’ve been able to do is in that narrow span of time between 9 am to Noon at work. And I can’t accomplish much there, with all the interruptions, but at least it sort of works for me.
I need to figure out how to translate the environment and circumstances at work to a weekend at home, and I get a headache just thinking about it. I think I”ll read the news instead.