The last few weeks have been rough – too many projects going on, too many possibilities. Too much editing.
So instead of trying to accomplish it all as fast as I can, so I can fit more in (my usual mode of operation), I’ve been trying to (face it; something in the back corner of my brain has been forcing me to) slow down and take things one step at a time: I worked on a strawberry patch instead of trying to fix my entire back yard (it needs it). I’ve been working on my murder mystery game, instead of my game and my novel rewrites, and a short story I have in my head, and doing research, and volunteering for Pikes Peak Writers, and coming up with RPG material, and writing blog entries, and and and. I took a few evenings off to just read or hang out with my family.
Part of me is gnashing my teeth. I didn’t get enough done! But part of me is saying, “What you did do, was valuable.” The thing is, I get down when I’m not accomplishing something, and I’m afraid of wrapping myself up in the idea that I have all the time in the world to do what I want to do. What if I forget something important? What if I spend too much time doing nothing?