I hate filing and I do not want to clean a closet even though this time of year is perfect. It's too hot to go outside after eight AM or before eight PM. No. Forget the eight PM. Mosquitoes. Big fat juicy mosquitoes that love to feast on my flesh. I am not a fan of August in Texas.
I am only beginning to even think about these upcoming events because I have been lost in the writing process. This was a tough journey because I never hit that downward slide I am used to reaching about midway through a book. I had to keep plugging away, taking whatever I could from each day's work.
What about you? How do you handle a task or a project that always used to go a certain way and then all of a sudden, you find the experience is completely different? For me, I got stressed and tired and worried. I have a feeling the relief will come on Monday--and maybe that dark pit of a closet won't seem so daunting.