Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again but I just wouldn't be me if I wasn't running at least a day late and a dollar short. So maybe I should be taking comfort in the fact that I am, if nothing else, crazy consistent. But I'm not. I don't know what it is about me that makes me so damn incapable of staying on top of life and getting things done in a timely manner but as soon as I figure it out, I am going to stomp on it with some steel toed boots. (Note to self: get some steel toed boots.)
So yeah. I'm running behind. You may be wondering in what exactly I'm running behind but you know what? It doesn't matter. Picking something— anything— and I'm running behind it. And we all know what a terrible runner I am.
Take this blog, for example. I've been neglecting it terribly and this particular post? I started it last week. I meant to post this last Wednesday. Got the first paragraph done and then got distracted by... zombies. Yeah, zombies. It was definitely zombies. It wasn't solitaire or online book shopping, that's for sure. It was zombies and you can't ignore zombies. Not if you want to keep your brains in tact and while mine may not seem like such an awesome set, they're still the only brains I have.
I'm still behind in Effigy edits. I wanted the whole thing to be done by the end of January. And now, here it is, the end of February and I'm not there yet. I like to think I'm getting closer but I don't think even I could drink that much kool-aid.
I'm behind in blogging. Already mentioned this in a previous paragraph but I'm so far behind, it's worth mentioning twice. Not only have I not posted anything, I haven't made the rounds to other people's blogs. I completely missed the first Writers Campaign Challenge. Oops. I'm also behind with email so if you sent me an email that's waiting on a response, I swear I'll get back to you soon. Probably.
I'm behind with the housework. I can't seem to find my kitchen counter anymore. That probably means it's time to do some dishes. That, or move. Or, as my brother suggested, invite my sister-in-law up for the weekend and get her drunk. For those of you who are not sure what this means, giving my sister-in-law a wine cooler or two is a sure fire way to get her to clean and reorganize your life. Just ask my pantry. I bet with a six-pack, I could get her to tackle the basement...
So yeah. I'm falling behind. I'm so far behind I'm pretty sure I'm about to get lapped by my list of goals. But because I am
a glutton for punishment dedicated, I'm not giving up. So here are my goals for the week:
1. Effigy needs three new scenes. Write them.
2. Complete three thirty minute work outs.
3. Give Big a belly rub every day. (I need a goal I know I will, without fail, accomplish.)
4. Find the kitchen counter. Whatever.
So what's on your To-Do list this week?