I finally sat down and rewrote the next five episodes of my serialized private detective novel featuring Harry Walthenson.

I don’t know what it is about doing these rewrites, but it seems every time I want to do one, I find something else to do.

I mean, it’s not a problem when I get started, it just getting started that’s the problem.

Is this a subtle sign I don’t want to write it?

Or is it my mind is too cluttered with everything else, and by itself, it determines what I do next?

I wish it would make me sit down and write the ending to my NaNoWriMo project.  I have at best two chapters to go, but then I said that three chapters ago, so maybe therein lies the problem.

How long is a piece of string?

Then, of course, I’m in the middle of editing two new novels and I wanted to get these out before Christmas, but it seems the planets are out of alignment.

Make a list and prioritize, you say?

I’ve got a whiteboard and tried that.  The only person who takes notice of what I’ve written is my youngest granddaughter.

Maybe after the holidays…