This has been a fairly good week.

I know this will sound crazy, but I have a major thing for schedules, to-do lists, and calendars. I have at least three calendars that I use at work, plus a large daily to-do list that keeps track of how close I am to being on schedule. I’ve been trying to take this borderline OCD tendency to my personal life, and this week, I think I’ve finally done it.

Here’s the part that sounds crazy – I try to schedule EVERYTHING! From cleaning my house, to the books I read, to the amount of time I spend on my writing. It doesn’t always work, of course. Things come up that throw me off. But this past week was the closest I’ve come to in a very long time to actually making it work.

It was nowhere near perfect, but I blame the children for that. If found that nearly everything in life can be blamed on one of three things: the children, the ex-husband, or the government.

This ultimately means that I am satisfied with how productive I was this week. It’s not always easy for me to say that. I can get really down on myself, being the raging perfectionist that I am.

The thing I am most excited about is that I started officially writing the rough draft of my story – that’s right, I’m done with Truby! If you want proof for how prepared I am for this:  in four days, I have written over 3300 words. That might not seem like much, but for me, it’s huge. I really feel like I can do it this time. I even have ideas for the sequel.

This has never happened before.

I’m hoping to get a lot done this weekend, although there are some other things that will be drawing my attention. My Christmas decorations are still up, for crying out loud! So they need to be put away. There are several other things I need to do as well.

I probably should make a list.