My problem is discipline. Life gets me off track, even when I genuinely mean to buckle down and get things done. There's so much to do, and when I get those necessities of life done, I often feel like relaxing and allowing myself to fall into a relaxing stupor. This is what having rambunctious children can do to you.
While I work on laundry and dishes, my muse is running wild. When I sit down to write after a long day of doing everything else, my brain protests. This isn't to say that I don't work at it and get something done. I just don't work nearly as efficiently as I'd like to.
Since my muse likes to taunt me while I'm doing housework, maybe I should force her to do the dishes while I write.
Pleiades: I heard that.
Me: I wasn't joking.
Pleiades: You do that, and I'll just leave! Then you'll still have to do the dishes, and you won't have any ideas marinating in your mind while you scrub.
Oh well. It was worth a try. I just need to push on and keep doing what I need to do. Lately I've been watching old episodes of Bob Ross' The Joy of Painting while I write. Why? I know I'm not a painter, but watching someone else create so naturally is inspiring to me. I just wish I could write books as easily as he was able to create beautiful paintings.
My blank paper is my canvas, and I must use my words to paint a wonderful scene with lively and believable characters.
Now, I'm off to do just that.