The long holiday weekend hasn’t been much of a holiday. I have been fighting with my book. Not that it’s not coming together. Just that I wish I could wave a wand and “make it so,” as Captain Picard would say. I have said no to numerous invitations, including a party that I sent my husband to solo last night. I have also let some of my other work slide.
I’m experiencing what Rachelle Disbennett-Lee, in her teleseminar on Daily Action, calls “obsessive focus.” Others keep reminding me that it’s my own deadline–insinuating that I really don’t HAVE to be done by June 1. But if I don’t set the deadline, who will? No publisher is hounding me for the material. I have to hound myself. (Okay, I admit that I took time out yesterday to mess with reformatting this blog. And I do mean "mess." Hope you like the new look.)
While my husband is always supportive, he has been tempting me every so often with new things we can do. I admit that I finally broke down and set my boundaries firmly and that a few tears accompanied my plea. It went something like this: “I have to do this. I have to get it off my desk so I can move on. I told people my goal. I want to enjoy the summer.” He understood completely acknowledging that it sounded a lot like when he was finishing up his dissertation (mathematical physics–don’t even ask me what the title of it was). Since then, he has disappeared into the den, orchestrated the laundry, and worked on our unruly hill of wild grasses.
On another note, I took time out to breeze through the Downtown Denver Arts Festival today. Had to go because I served as one of the jurors. The show looked nicer than ever and proves that a change in leadership can do wonders. Great job, Jim!
Image (c) Jim DeLutes, Gold Crescent. Color photograph.