I've had trouble "getting my head inside" my book on short notice. That has made it difficult to get much writing done in the margins of daily life, as Kurtis Scaletta describes.
But a week ago, that friend bought that car. That coincided with a shift in the length of days. The light has changed. The sun now crests the house to my east and shines directly into my office in the mornings. It's still light out now when husband gets home from work. I don't feel as "heavy." Yesterday was the beginning of a thaw. Although it's still cold, I can now get the mail out of the mailbox without bundling up. The sunlight is a bit stronger, the sky a bit more blue.
I also stopped listening to the radio and to talk radio about a week ago. I'm not listening to as many podcasts, either. I'm driving with the radio off more often. I'm doing small tasks around the house in silence. I'm getting a little better at managing social media. My head isn't as full of clutter.
It has made a tremendous difference in my ability to switch gears and simply write even when I know I might be interrupted. at. any. moment.
I made a promise to myself to simply "touch" the manuscript each day and to stop counting words (computers can be evil, what with their easy statistics). I also decided to try not worrying about "making enough progress." (Harder than it sounds for this person who is so demanding of herself.) I was going to count it progress if I opened the document and did anything at all with it.
Now I've made it eight days in a row of a little bit here, a little bit there. That feels good.