No rain or rainmaking

We need rain.

We haven't had a drop in weeks now, and I'm watering my garden daily.

I still have plenty of work to do out there, but I can't seem to shake this cold/virus and I hack like an old woman when I move too vigorously. I am staying awake all day at least now. This weekend we did however, start listing things on Ebay, which was satisfying. If they sell, that will be more satisfying yet. Having fun with the process.

With the book: panic. I've lost the thread of the story somewhere and I need to find it. So many distractions. My office is getting overrun with ebay items and I hate visual clutter while I'm attempting to be creative.

Writing is fun but it is work. I don't know why it sends me into an anxiety-ridden state of mind so easily. Yesterday I panicked at the thought of going grocery shopping when there was so much I wanted to do at the house. If I don't figure out time management soon I'll cross the line from reclusive to agoraphobic.

I'm starting to get pressure from my beloved geek to finish it. My mother-in-law keeps joking about when I'm a superstar writer and get published.

This doesn't help.

Mr. Smarty Pants is needing a lot of time and attention right now, which is fine, but draining.

I need about 4 more hours in the day while the kids are in school. Or more energy. Or some help with dishes and laundry.

These are just excuses. Today, I will sit down and write. Even if it's just for half an hour. I will find the thread of the story and hang on tightly to it.