The very last thing I should be doing at this moment is surfing the web. I have just 14 days to complete the next 7 chapters of my book. I’m only on the first half of the first one. I wish someone would come and take me away to a magic land where the days are longer and you feel inspired to put out your greatest work. As it turns out, it’s just another cold, foggy Friday. A Buckaroo Banzai DVD is tormenting me from the other room and my warm, milky tea makes me want to curl up in my pjs. I swore I’d have two chapters done by this point. I don’t want to go through another 10 days of sleepless nights and stomach aches. If I could just focus, I could get on top of this thing. I swear if I do another book, I’ll be more careful about giving myself enough time. Four classes and a book in 14 weeks is just insane. I’m too old for this. I’m supposed to be popping out babies and doing laundry.
I’ve been playing that “When I’m bla bla bla” game. You know, like “when I’m done with this book, I’m going to drink cold beer on a beach in Mexico” or “when I’m done with my BFA I’m going to sit in front of the TV every night and eat junk food just like the rest of the country”.