I does, of course, mean that I an a hour behind schedule.What schedule, you ask? Why the utterly arbitrary schedule I consistently keep trying to impose upon myself and failing. The trying counts, right?
Yesterday was not the worst day, productivity-wise. I wrote the fortnightly blog post for Black Gate magazine, and I got restarted on an editing project that I had put aside for weeks. I have a lot of work to do there, so I'll be doing that every day I can.
In the evening, I played some couch co-op with the Amazing Flatmate. We played Overcooked, and between the two of us, we did really well. I almost died from laughter as w burnt down the entire kitchen in one level. That was great. I needed that laugh, and went to bed feeling much better about life in general.
I didn't get any writing done, and I won't for the next week or two. I have a lot of work I've let slip that I desperately need to catch up on, and I mean to.
Happily, I have several writing projects to keep me busy, and I'm happy that the ideas are still coming. That's nice.
Right, I'm late, and I've spent too much time on this already. I have to go. I hope your day goes well.
Sending you many hugs in these trying times.