You know how it is… You are going on vacation in a little over a week. You have four articles to write before then. Your parents are visiting this weekend so they can look at the house you are planning to bid on. You have to plan a route and make hotel reservations still, not to mention pack. Your writing group is coming over tonight, so you have to clean the house. There’s laundry to do and ants in the kitchen. The cat has to go to the vet. If you don’t do something with all those tomatoes from your garden soon, they will go bad. There are fun social things going on around you, and it’s hard to say no to all of them, so you only say no to some of them and make your schedule more insane. And you have to make progress on your novel/pitches too–you can’t ignore them just because of ants and laundry and vacations. You feel the need, for the first time ever in your life, to schedule things. You wish you had one of those schedule calendars, even though you have never used them before, even when people gave them to you for Christmas presents. You worry this means you are finally, really, forever-and-ever-amen, a grown up.

Oh yeah, and don’t even think of updating your blog. You simply do not have the time.