Aimless

August is like this. I can't remember what I'm supposed to be doing.

I don't have many performances or workshops, libraries are done with summer reading programs and schools haven't begun. I know I should be working on my marketing or on other projects, but I have very little focus. How about another game of solitaire? Bejeweled? Bookworm? (I warn you, click on those at your own risk. They will suck the brains out of your head and hours out of your life.)

I had a plan this afternoon. I was going to sit down at Z's Divine Espresso and write out a plan for the five or six projects coming up. Instead I went to Office Depot and Target. I thought I'd come home by way of the coffeeshop, but before I knew it, I was pulling back in to my driveway. I sat down to check e-mail (a fine stalling tactic) and then needed to have a nap. Now it's almost 6 p.m., a time that seems just wrong to have coffee, even decaf. I could sit on my porch swing and write, but the last time I did that, I only got a paragraph down before my brain switched into daydream mode.

I guess this is a day off. That's one of the things that happens in the self-employed person's life. It's usually late in the day when I realize that it's a mental health day. There's always a chance that I'll find some motivation after supper for a bit of work. That also sometimes happens--I'll have a little thought that turns into a bigger thought and then it's ten p.m. and I've actually accomplished something. Or it's ten p.m. and I've played another game or six of spider solitaire.