I didn’t bother making any shiny new resolutions for my writing life this year. Sure, things had gotten a little out of control lately. I’d been stuck on the same plot problem (as in, I didn’t actually have one) for months. But that was okay, because I had Important Things to Do. Like check my Twitter feed.
Recently, I had to face a hard, highly inconvenient truth: I am not a multitasker. In fact, I’m not the best single-tasker, either. Believe me, I try. But the time has come to admit that I may never be like those perfect people out there who color-code their zillions of to-do lists and zip through them while I’m stuck in the drive-thru lane at Dunkin Donuts. Do I really, really hate these overachievers? Of course I do.