
Yesterday was the longest day of the year. I didn't get my writing done. I didn't get my revision done. I didn't get my blog posted. What did I do all day? What do I do any day?
How can I stop churning and start winning?
Let’s consider this for a moment:
I began at 7:30 with coffee and laundry. Next I paid my mother’s bills and prepared the checks for the mail. I reordered a prescription on-line, brought our checkbook up to date and made my list of errands before showering, dressing and inhaling the breakfast my darling short-order cook made (bless his heart).

“ Looking up, I noticed I was late. . . “
I jumped into the car and made it into my seat at the lecture on medieval tapestries (I’m researching a poem) as the lecturer took the podium.
Back home, I inventoried the refrigerator and pantry while I ate crackers and apricots for lunch, planned the next week’s menus and made a grocery list for my Wednesday run to Oliver’s (senior discount day). I started salad greens soaking in filtered water for our dinner (served with sliced tomato, radish, egg, potato, chicken and tuna—refreshing on another hot evening) and went to my office to complete the waiting list of tasks: new bio for the new website, update my credits’ list, grab covers and web addresses for the anthologies I’ve published in.
“ Looking up, I noticed I was late. . . “ The Post Office was going to close in ten minutes. I gathered the letters and parcels needing postage and flew. . . .
Back in the office I finished a volunteer proofreading assignment for the next Redwood Writers anthology and and returned to the kitchen (after a pass through my garden to smell the roses) and made dinner, ate and washed up.
Suddenly it was after nine and I hadn't written, let alone posted, a blog entry, worked on the book review now due, or worked on the revision of my second novel—a lot of zeros on my checklist.
Time is ticking by and I’m exhausted. I feel like a total loser because another day, another half year has gone by and I haven’t done my work.

I read an article in the Huffpost recently by Abigail Williams called "5 Secrets of People Who are Always Organized." Here’s what she says:
So what am I going to delegate? Certainly not the shopping, dinner preparation or laundry. I’d be thrilled to stop housework, but if not me, who? My husband is earning a living (and anyway, he takes out the garbage and mows). He'd gladly hire a housekeeper—when I earn enough to pay for her. Drop my fiduciary responsibilities to my aged Mother and our family business? But as a retired accountant I'm so well qualified. Stop volunteering? Let my garden turn into a brambly weed patch? Quit my job? No, no, and no! I love my work, and my garden is my sanity keeper.
What's the solution? Less TV? Less sleep? Less socializing?
I'm going to add a sixth secret to Abigail's list:
