I am slugging it out trying to get my plate cleared before I am covered up with travel in December.
I'm not complaining, mind you; it's a nice change of pace to have assignments stacked up. I currently have six major pieces to write in addition to the weekly car reviews and twice-a-week blogs I have as a regular part of my schedule.
I don't want to have to fret over any of this stuff as I am jetting around next month. I am going to Las Vegas, Austin, South FL -- twice and New Mexico.
When I'm on the road, I have to compose all my prose on a teeny-weeny, itty-bitty netbook. I don't mind that the keyboard and monitor are a little small, but the silly thing is slower than Mike Tyson doing long division.
It's fine for knocking out a blog or two -- even the ones I get paid for -- but just doesn't work well for longer, more involved projects.
So I am pushing myself to get the longer assignments out of the way.
You couldn't tell I'm under any real pressure by the level of my output the past couple of days. Other than cranking out a blog for Interest.com and doing a little research on a gift guide I'm doing for the Journal Register Group, I've done next to nothing constructive.
I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like doing much, so I didn't.
I'm even blowing off the weekend to visit friends in North Carolina.
Is motivation an issue? Well, yeah.
I recognize my problem and will address it at happy hour later today.
There's nothing like a couple of hours with my elbows on the bar at Soby's to get my head straight.
It works every time!