I think I can, I think I can
I've been working hard on catching up after my bout with demon bronchitis. Mostly, I'm fairly caught up, but I have a number of article submissions for the Institute website that are lurking in my in-box unread. My goal is to have them all read and responded to by Monday. Then, I'll be more or less caught up. That should feel nice.

One thing I struggle with in playing catch up is the urge to do other things. Right now, I really want to pull out my needle and thread and scraps of felt and make some writing angels. I've been seeing these tiny little things in my head and I can completely picture how they should look. So I want to make one. I.want.to.do.it.now. This would not be good. This would not get the four student files on my desk done. This would not get the articles read in my in box. This would not clean my house.

But it wants me.

I face this same kind of thing when I'm about to tackle a writing project that I'm feeling a bit inadequate about. I'll suddenly get a whole magazine story plot laid out neatly in my head just asking to be typed up...type.me.it'll.just.take.a.moment! Or I'll feel the pull of the dust bunnies under my desk. Anything to get me away from the task at hand.

I've come to the conclusion that keeping my brain focused is like herding cats. But I keep trying. Giddy-up there, kitty!