I have given up any pretense of writing through the week. No matter how much I plan to budget the time, no matter how many ideas I have half-formed, no matter how many pieces I have already written that just need smoothing with a word-processing emery board...I can't get anything done.
It's just like at school, when I think I'm all caught up, and somebody brings in a stack of completed work from a homebound student at the end of the day. Or first thing in the morning when somebody asks me to round up ten missing assignments from early in the quarter because a parent wants them done now. Or when I'm administering a state test, and nobody is watching my regular class because the substitute has been sent home.
Yes. That all happened within twenty-four hours. As did four blog posts and four sets of answered comments.
I'm firing on all cylinders, but still spinning my wheels.