One of my problems--yeah, yeah, one of many--is that I cannot focus on one single thing and exclude all else until that one task is done. I am so easily distracted that, believe it or not, this is the second paragraph of this post and already the third time I've worked on it.*
Before this post ever sees the light of day, I will have posted a Rish Outcast called "Chasing Pavements." It is a really good example of this, as I recorded it not too long ago, to be a quick and easy story-free episode of my solo podcast, and finished the episode, only to remember later what the whole point of the episode was supposed to be. So, I picked up my recorder again, and recorded the second half, telling myself I would post it the next day, so it wasn't too outdated, or something.
A month and a half later, it still isn't posted.
This story--"Into the Furnace"--got interrupted by another story I got it into my head to tell, also inspired by my solo podcast. I was recording during my Monday night drive to meet Big, and came up with--what I considered to be--a hilariously stupid idea for a story. There was a holiday and I had to work, and since there was little to do, I sat down and started that story, thinking I could have it finished during that one shift and I could keep working on my Dry Run tale.
But I didn't finish it, and because it was so close, I spent my writing time working on that, and then, forgetting about that, went on to other projects (like That Gets My Goat episodes we recorded weeks ago). But the whole point of that story was to run it on my podcast, so I had to sit down and record it, despite being in the middle of TWO audiobook projects, one of them closing in on a year overdue.
Now that story is recorded, and I got it in my head to self-publish it, maybe for free (which is a post all on its own, and maybe I've already posted about it), since it's done and just sitting there. Which means I need episode art for it. So I requested some. But it looked like it was gonna be a while, so I made some myself. And now THAT sits.
So, why did I interrupt "Into the Furnace" for that, if nobody ever even saw it?
Sigh.
Anyway, I'm happy to post the following:
The number jumped up because I was able to incorporate the writing I did on my laptop (and meant to do so in my last post), which suddenly makes me 75% finished with my tale. My tale of woe.
And that's pretty durn good.
Rish Outfield, Real Estate Novelist Who Never Had Time For A Wife
*I ended up cutting part of it out and making it its own post, then bumped this one to number eleven.
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