Let's go with: paralyzed.
It's been a pretty quiet day. We were treated to pancakes topped with nectarines - along with bacon and tomatoes with onions - for breakfast this morning, courtesy of the house guest who didn't make dinner last night. I could get used to this... unfortunately, they're heading home shortly.
Back to the harvest tomorrow morning.
I've been feeling a growing desire to write lately - you know, other than here - but it's just not happening. It's not like I don't have the time or anything like that; even if it was just five minutes a day I could eventually get something done over the course of a week or two.
No, I've just been finding myself face to face with too many options. There are several stories over on Protagonize that are waiting patiently for me to write the next chapter. There's editing work to be done on my first drafts. There are new story ideas bouncing around my head, tempting me with their shiny possibilities.
I'm paralyzed by my inability to pick one option and get things going again. Because, obviously, I couldn't just go through the list one by one or something intelligent like that. Also, that would require making an actual list.
I'll get past this eventually, I know that. I even suspect that just writing about it here will help me through it. But it's frustrating while I'm in the middle of this muck.