Waiting for Godot, the electrician.
I sent a manuscript off yesterday, which was good, and I would’ve liked to have swung into another one today. Probably the edits on the last of the Cruel Stars novels. But I have an army of tradesmen heading my way. Some of it is cyclone-related. Guys coming out to do insurance work. And some of it is just kitchen maintenance. We’re replacing the oven after 20 years and the dishwasher after 5 or 6, which seems to be about as long as a dishwasher lasts these days. So I'm in my office downstairs, but I've got one ear trained on the front gate. And I don't think this is going to be my most productive day ever.
Glass is half full or glass is half empty (forget the "but who drank half my beer?"). Yeah, sure it might not be your most productive day. But you could aim lower and decide that at least it won't be as bad as your least productive day.
Not every day needs to be productive. But you'll starve if you aren't. And become homeless. Produce or be pointless.
Really starting to lean towards writing as a kind of wish fulfillment, yanno?