Where is the next chapter in The Lavender Legacy, you ask? Well, it's kind of hard to write it when I haven't played anymore of The Sims. Oops. In fact, I've had no motivation to play any games at all. This wouldn't be a horrible thing if I filled the time with writing instead, but that's not the case.
So, my bit of a rant is actually about myself. My brain has this way of obsessing over things. It latches onto something and won't let go, then everything else gets neglected and shut out because of it. Right now, I'm obsessing over something personal, so I won't go into details. Hopefully once this weekend has passed, I can convince my brain to move on. Perhaps it's all just a reminder that I suck at multi-tasking. That is of course unless I have nice deadlines looming over me--my last term at school I had a novel to work on as well as work in two other heavy-load online courses, and the only time I missed a deadline was when I was so sick I couldn't even move off the couch. I think I need someone to be accountable to. Preferably someone scary. Nice people are nice, but don't crack the whip like I need!
There is only one thing that has been able to distract my brain. Reading. I plowed through one and a half books this past weekend. It was lovely. And I still feel like I'm learning plenty for my own writing when I read, therefore it's not wasted time. I'd be reading during the week as well to pry my brain off of the worries (stupid leech of a brain), but I can't very well read and take care of my 4-year-old at the same time. It doesn't help that she's been home from the little bit of school she has for the last two days due to it being insanely cold out (no, I will not walk my daughter a mile when the wind chill is below 0--that ends up being 4 miles for me, 3 if I spend the time at a coffee shop at the halfway point...it's a bookstore too, though, which is not nice for temptation!).
I dwell. My husband has told me on many an occasion, I dwell too much. I wish I could just shut off that part of my brain and not dwell. It's not as easy as flipping a switch, though. When my husband tells me to stop dwelling, I wonder if he realizes how hard that is for me. It's like an addiction. I may just have an addictive personality, but instead of drinking or smoking, it's dwelling, video games, and reading. Ugh.
I wish I was addicted to cleaning and writing (I LOVE writing, don't get me wrong, but it's not quite at the addiction level--it's at the "I'll wither if I don't write or revise something on a monthly basis" level).
Raise your hand if you think I'm being whiny and pathetic. That's what I thought. You can all put your hands down now. Seriously, put them down! =P
One of these days I'll get back on track and find something that is a sure thing to stop my constant dwelling over silly things. For now, I guess I'll remain unhinged.
NEXT UP: Who knows! I sure don't. I don't even know when. Let's hope next Wednesday. Any ideas what you'd like me to post about? Post or e-mail me. =D
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