Some days, you’ve got the motivation, but not the brain power. Someone’s turned off a switch while you had your back turned, or something crawled into your skull and is preventing signals from ever leaving it.
This is where I’m at right now. Between work deadlines, a construction project at home, and a looming submission deadline, my brain is not wired for revising, but for survival. Seriously, my only two goals this month was a) meet the WotF deadline and b) not gain weight during the kitchen project. B is going especially well because of one support group, and A is iffy, but not impossible, due to the fantastic support of my writing friends.
I need to salvage A. The story needs finishing in a manner up to my standards. I don’t want to just shove a story out the door to meet a deadline. I want to win the damn contest.
I’d love to take an afternoon and immerse myself into my world at the library, but the time just isn’t there for that. (My children have their own issues with this project, and their needs have to come before my writing). My home office is in chaos. I went from having my own space to sharing it with my husband and the kids for computers as well as our mini-kitchen/food-storage area. I can barely walk around the room and I used to be able to practice my karate forms here.
The project has another one to two weeks. My deadlines hits in 5 days. Chocolate and soda are no longer viable options. Maybe some new music to drown out the chaos I’m physically living in?
What do you do when you’re unfocused? How do you get back on track?
Good luck salvaging A.
I feel like I’m always unfocused, but that can’t possibly be true or I wouldn’t have like 30 short stories out looking for homes right now. I think what I do is only expect short bursts of intense focus, do what I can and repeat as possible.
Music? I’ve been listening to Spotify’s Women of Jazz channel. The girl’s into Katy Perry, and the boy does Minecraft parodies.