Posted by rekka on Aug 1 2017 editingWell, for reasons, Camp NaNoWriMo was a bust for July. But for good reasons. Well, mostly. Two weeks ago, I took a week off to focus on a final review of FLOTSAM. That's a good thing, because there's a schedule to keep. The following week (last week), I took a week off to try and get a load of work done for an event I'm involved with that's happening the first week of September. Again, there's a schedule to keep. However, there was a large difference between the two efforts. Reading FLOTSAM and catching typos and flopped grammar is a finite assignment. 482 pages, start to finish. No one shows up to drop a previously unknown chapter in my lap to extend the project. The trade show support work, on the other hand, is not finite. That has a list of tasks that multiply by three every time I finish one. It's got to get done, and it will, but the workload will expand to fill whatever time I allot to it. What's worse, my morning ritual was interrupted, and my mind was reprogrammed to consider that morning time, at that computer, as time up for grabs. Time that can be rerouted to high priority projects. I have realized (not for the first time) that I must shore up the defenses of my writing time. I must make it my priority, because I am the only one who can or will. Sometimes I get a little tired of having to learn this lesson.