I'm barefoot today because I can't decide which shoes to wear.
The shoes I should be wearing are those of wife and mother. The house needs to be cleaned. I need to go to the grocery store. That laundry I mentioned yesterday is still there. The pile is smaller, but it's still there. The dishwasher needs to be unloaded and then reloaded. And so on...
The shoes I want to be wearing are those of a writer. My first novel could use a little attention. My two new projects have been at a standstill for over a week. My synopsis needs a complete overhaul. And my query letter needs some tweaking.
Boy, this writer/wife/mother thing was a lot easier when the kids were still in school! How many weeks are left of summer?