Do Different Stuff
I do the same thing everyday and I’ve been doing the same thing everyday for months. I get up at 5 and work. Then breakfast, get dressed, go to the gym. Then home for lunch and the kid’s nap time. “Wow, Dacia, you’re so disciplined!” they say. “You must be getting a lot done!” they say.
Not so much. To clarify, I’ve disciplined my day, however, I have not disciplined my writing. I carve out time every day for work, but I’m uninspired. I sit at my desk, butt in the chair, as it were, and not a whole lot happens. Well, a whole lot of nothing happens. I busily research. Or I read an article. Or I write a few meditative pages about what is happening in my head that usually looks like something you’d see carved in a wood plank on the floor of Briarcliff Manor. I’m not getting anything done at this rate even if it LOOKS like I’m getting work done. So I’m going to face my anxious demons head-on, and start doing stuff. I’m shaking up my daily schedule. Today, I took A. to the library and went for a bike ride. Tomorrow, who knows. I’ve decided to take adventures and squeeze in the writing when I need to instead of when I have to. I’ll report back on how this goes.