The Trouble Is...

The problem with writing is that sometimes I have so much to write about that I don't even know where to start.  it is overwhelming, and daunting and then I start to think about other things. The laundry I have to do, the book I could be reading (the book I could be writing), the studying I need to do, the fact that food sounds awesome right now, how hard it is to decide when something's ready, the fact that the whole process of getting published is long and involved and somewhat depressing, the fact that I desperately need to sleep and yet, though I don't really know what to say, I'm having trouble stepping away from the keyboard.  Then I start to think that maybe it's not a problem with writing.  Maybe it's just the trouble with life.  Any path worth taking is going to be hard.  Isn't that what people say? (Or some version of it.)  So suck it up, make a freaking list, and do what has to be done next. (1am pep-talk done.  Crisis averted.  For now.)