How a writing day gets borked before it even begins

Today was supposed to be my writing day.  I'm still trying to finish the first draft of my new novel that I thought would be done months ago.  Though my agent has two other manuscripts of mine, this is the one she's really eager to see and try to sell next. (This is the one all the FSotDs come from.)

Yesterday was my day for chores and non-writing writing stuff (i.e. not actual composing on the new story, but doing stuff related to Godblog).  I had a cleaning lady come in the morning, to save me time for other stuff only I could do.  (Another writer friend once told me, "The best thing you can buy with money is time."  He's right.)  Groceries and other errands would be done on Saturday so I would have all Sunday free for atual writing.

Here's how that went:

• my vacuum conked out before she finished.  This cost me time, in trying to figure out the mechanical problem, then having to go to a neighbor's later to borrow a vacuum, and lose more time doing obligatory chat with said neighbor.  The cleaning lady will be back today to do the vacuuming (more disruption)
• I just plain forgot to make a trip to the vet for cat food yesterday.  Now it has to be done today.  So much for the day being free and clear.
• Though I did some work on selecting a chunk of Godblog to read at the Toronto book launch a week from tomorrow, and practiced several sections out loud, I still haven't settled on one.  Have to work on that.
• I did add another post to The Godblog Blog at www.lauriechanner.com, but I didn't get around to making a Facebook group page for the book.  (My general aversion to Facebook doesn't help motivate me for this chore.)  I should do this NOW, while there's still time before the Ottawa signing on the 29th, to try and raise some interest in the event.  I'm getting really anxious now that only three people will show up.
• I just plain wasted a big chunk of time yesterday evening, on the web and shit like that.  It happens.  I even knew how much I was wasting while I wasted it, that's the sad part.
• while lying awake this morning after some dickweed neighbor in my building blasted music at 7:30 a.m., killing the hope of any further sleep for the day, I decided I need to get really active on promotion of Godblog.  I need write myself a press release for the book, and circulate it a few places.  My publisher sent out review copies, but there haven't been any published reviews yet, so maybe if I send something to draw attention to the book now sitting in the will-we-or-won't-we-review-it stack at various of these places, they might actually pull it out and have a look at it. 
• if I look up a contact and send the press release to my little freebie neighborhood newspaper, they might do a profile on me as a neighborhood author.  And maybe in time for them to come take a photo at the launch, then they can run the photo in their little neighborhood notables photo page next time, and I'll get a second mention.  (At the very least if they don't bite on the press release, maybe I can send them a photo from the launch, and at least get one mention out of that.)
• I have to pitch Godblog and myself as a potential guest author to a friend on the board of the Ottawa Book Festival for spring, and do it NOW, so I can include the info about the Ottawa signing, should any of the organizers want to come out and meet me in person.

Yes, this is all very important writing-related stuff (except the cat food, which is important in its own way) but damn, those days when I used to just bang my head on the keyboard trying to get 1,000 words of fiction on the page are looking pretty sweet now.  

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