I think we should see less of each other.
It’s not you, it’s me. I just can’t (read: won’t) help myself. When I see your sleek, picture-filled newsfeed, full of funny stories, though-provoking epithets, and snippets of my friends’ lives. All I have to do is scroll down.
I can lose myself in you for an hour (or more). And sometimes that hour is during the magical and precious time when Baby is sleeping deeply.
Being with you is so easy. Too easy. It’s time to set some boundaries. Time limits. A reward system. Something.
I need to hold myself accountable for how I spend my time.
If you need me, I’ll be writing. With Scrivener.
This is what my work area looks like as I’m composing this post.
See that thing over to the left? Yes, that collapsible music stand holding the marked-up manuscript.
This is how the conversation went this morning as I attampted to transfer edits into my Scrivener file from my marked hard copy:
“Arrrrgh. I can’t get this stupid folder to sit anywhere useful!”
“…Well, it’s too bad we don’t have any sort of metal stand for holding papers.”
“Oh…and too bad it isn’t totally sitting in the corner right here…” I grabbed it and set it up.
So if you ever need something to hold papers by your computer, just grab that collapsible music stand you hardly ever use for its actual purpose anymore.
This editing hack is brought to you by my amazing and creative husband. ^_^