Too much distraction.
Too many whispers,
And too much white page to fill.
Random, yes, but accurate. Halfway through October my trudging train of progress chugged right into a ditch that silly conductor me has been trying to trudge out of instead of stopping to reassess the cause.
I probably should have used the metaphor of an RC car with a dying battery trying to drive over a speed bump or something. Oh well.
I've still got no clue what caused it, all I know is whenever I sit to do any work on the novels or the short stories I get uncomfortable and anxious, jittery and-–well just see above. Maybe it's time for a new chair, one that actually began with cushion. Maybe I need to rearrange my desk and relocate it again.
(God I hope not. There's limited functional space in here as it is.)
Or perhaps I need to drop two projects and focus on fewer stories.
Possible, but this anxiety feels deeper somehow, and doesn't quite address the jitters (No, I don't drink coffee and haven't had a soda in over a month. Just not my thing.) Maybe I should think about breaking tasks down to amoeba-sized steps.
Step one: Divide writing tasks further to designate one day to one story until you get your head right. Must ponder this one.
So if I accept it's my workspace (it likely is; this chair was never meant to hold anyone for such long periods of time over two years of use), I must hunt out a replacement of ergonomic quality likely requiring self-assembly, not beyond $100 if that chair exists. Meanwhile, I've picked up a lap desk to work away from my flimsy assembly of kindling; it looks like it should suffice for short sessions on the couch or on my bed.
Does anyone have experience with a good ergonomic (or just very cushy) desk chair they're willing to recommend me? I think armrests might be nice, but they aren't the necessity.
Happy Halloween should you be one to celebrate it.(I totally forgot to get myself candy pumpkins this year.)