Trying to Focus: Not Just for Eyesight Any More

You'd think I'd be used to having trouble focusing. Since the part of my eyes that is missing is the part that focuses, that is. But my eyes aren't to blame for once.

OK, now I'm jazzed. I got my "issues" with my paranormal mystery dealt with, and I am ready to go. So why amn't I going??? I wrote Chapter 1 and half of Chapter 2... I know what happens next. Sheesh.

I have had my tendency to overcommit pointed out to me recently... with good cause. The trouble is that all these tools I can use on the Internet are like the Sears Christmas toy catalog was to me as a kid. The difference is, Daddy can't say no to anything any more.

Don't get me wrong, I love all this anal stuff, like creating blog lists, book lists, answering idiotic questions on Yahoo Answers, having my fictional characters tell ghost stories at the Cheers bar on Ghostletters, reading, writing reviews, looking up dates in history, writing about waycool women of history, uploading Celtic music to me radio station... (Well, I would hardly call of those anal.) That's the problem.. My life is just too much fun.

I thought maybe if I blogged about this I would get with the program. NOT. It's just another way to do something easier than writing a novel.

OK, confession over, Mia Farrow, Mia Farrow, Mia maxima Farrow.

Off to write now.. Maybe not. My butt hurts from sitting in my desk chair too long.

Sigh.