Listen to this.
I finally had a free day. Six hours to myself. Excitement!
I considered all the things I could use the chunk of time to accomplish: work on my book proposal, write blog posts, write an article to submit for publication, finish painting my room.
I decided to write. I can work on my writing ALL day long, thought I. I can churn out ten or fifteen pages of writing. Yes, that's what I will do.
I am a goddess.
I decided to start with the book proposal.
Here's what I did:
- Read an e-book on how to write a book proposal.
- Read sample book proposals.
- Decided which part of the proposal I should start on first: the chapter summaries.
- Changed my mind: the synopsis.
- Thought about how I might market my book.
- Emptied the dishwasher.
- Fantasized about being on Oprah, even though Oprah is off the air.
- Read an article in Oprah on the benefits of creating a daily writing discipline.
- Tidied my room.
- Decided that before I could successfully market my book, I needed to revamp my website.
- Searched the internet for web designers.
- Read a blog post about a new site called Picmonkey, which is similar to (the late, great) Picnik.
- Jacked around with my header in Picmonkey.
- Wrote some friends on Facebook telling them how I was planning to submit two articles for publication.
- Looked at the time.
- Realized my six hours was up.
Writing: 0 hours
Painting room: 0 hours
Farfing around: 6 hours
Clearly, not a goddess.
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Today is a new day, thought I this morning, upon waking. But my day was full. I had lots of errands to get done. I had very little free time.
But I got up early anyway, set the timer for an hour, turned off the internet, buried my phone under a pillow and wrote two pages of my chapter summaries and a blog post. Then I went about my errands.
I am, quite possibly, a goddess after all.