Tonight is the first time I’ve had uninterrupted time to devote to writing. Writing, and nothing else. First time since last Wednesday.

…needless to say, I feel pressured and stressed. I can’t write a thing. Not a drop. I want to play Animal Crossing. I want to do ANYthing. Anything but write. Crochet, for instance.

I have a lot of work happening right now, I’m trying to add to my housework routine — heck, today I mowed a lawn for the very first time ever — and still keep up on blogging (fairly) regularly. Writing is important to me, but I just haven’t found time for it. I can’t justify it with X and Y and Z all tugging at my sleeve, all at once. I have to work, I have to change out the laundry, I need to do up these dishes. If it doesn’t start or end with work, I almost can’t make myself do it.

I have a strong character (I feel) for this short story; I have a general idea of the plot but I haven’t broken it down into scenes. I know I can write without that kind of roadmap, certainly I’ve done so for NaNoWriMo, but it seems like a good idea since (UNlike NaNoWriMo) I’m hoping the story will a) make sense and b) be publishable. (No pressure.) Now if only I could write…