I was sitting down to do my weekly spread in my bullet journal and apart from all the everyday stuff (that I haven’t filled out on the picture because you don’t need to know what my kids are up to or what we’re having for lunch) I was gonna fit in my writing. Usually, I have my daily writing goals, my blog posts and social media posts etc planned out. But staring at the spread I came up blank.
I know what I ‘should’ do, but then my MIL is coming and she is my total opposite. Should I go visit someone it would be filled out in my calendar in advance, I’d plan around it, fit my writing goals to cover up for the days I won’t be able to write, would have prepared my blog posts etc. She? She called yesterday evening to say she hasn’t decided if she’ll be coming tomorrow or on Thursday. If she’s gonna stay Tuesday to Thursday (and then she usually stays an additional day or two) or Thursday to Sunday-Monday. So now, since I’m a bit anal, I can’t fill out my calendar.
How am I going to fit everything in when I don’t know what days I have to play with?? Yes, that is panic in my voice. My inner planoholic if having a meltdown, because how am I to cross things off when I can’t write them down?
Well, I have today, that I know. And now, since I wrote this slightly neurotic good-for-nothing blog post I can cross that off my list, and I will, as soon as I’ve posted this, post the next chapter of Eight Feet of Magic on Wattpad – two things down!
Now I just need to write 8.375 words to hit the 45k I was hoping to hit this week…preferably before my MIL arrives.
As I’m sure you’ve figured out, I’m a delight to live with…