That moment when… all you want to do is edit.
But know you won’t get a chance to until 9 p.m.
Or at lest, that’s what it’s feeling like at the moment. Naturally, since I’m writing this blog post, it isn’t strictly true.
Which makes me think. Isn’t it amazing how frustration works?
We writers want to do some writing or… editing. (Yes, I know I’m a freak to actually want to edit.)
Finally, after days and days of procrastinating, the time to write is now.
Except, life also decides it needs much more urgent attention. One thing happens. Which annoys us. Then the next thing annoys us more. Soon, we’re these seething little pressure cookers, with everything keeping us away from our work adding up to more than the sum of its parts.
Yes. Really. Like me. I want to edit, but a flat tire kept me from edits last night until 1 a.m. in the morning. Sleep (being a bit more of a priority at the time) took up my morning before work.
And work. Well. It’s 4 p.m. and my edits are still untouched.
Ironically, things settled back down about five minutes after the first two lines of this post. Which was about 30 minutes ago.
But by now, I’m such a dithering mess of frustration, that it took me writing this post to actually realize that I can just get some editing done now.
Sad, I know. But hey, no one ever said my mind was uninteresting.
Anyone also get more frustrated about writing/editing than you should actually be?