Writer fugue is when the worlds inside my head obscure my ability to see/respond to the things surrounding me. It would be nice if every occurrence of writer fugue resulted in pages of amazing prose, but sadly this is not the case. I did some note taking, a little bit of drafting, and lots of thinking. Sadly, the other things in my day did not get sufficient attention.
Primary among these things is arranging for an activities committee meeting so I can assemble a team for the church Christmas party. I simply can’t pull that one off solo. And yet I keep procrastinating calling the meeting. I would not mind attending the meeting. I think I’ll actually enjoy being in charge of the meeting. I know the meeting is critical, but I don’t like arranging for the meeting to exist. At this point, I’ll have to schedule it for Tuesday instead of tomorrow in order to give people enough notice.
I need some more focus and prioritization. It’s good that tomorrow is Sunday and such things are much more likely to be found there.