This seems to happen on a regular basis. I'm working away on a new WIP, just getting to the point where I've got a lot of kinks worked out and I'm ready to hunker down and pound out a few thousand words every day until I've got a first draft.
Then, my mundane life rears its ugly head.
This morning I suddenly realized that I only have 5 weeks to make a medieval wedding gown, a medieval tunic (both taken from the Lord of the Rings movie), two bridesmaids gowns and a flower girl gown. Now, I have to admit, a medieval gown (at least the ones I'm making) are a LOT easier than a standard wedding gown. Still, it's a lot of sewing, so I need to get started on it.
And last night, the husband says to me, "We need to clean out the guest room." ACK! I just remembered we have guests coming for the weekend in a couple of weeks. The guest room is a mess because in my effort to attend a medieval event, I pulled tons of crap out of the closet and it's all over the room. I also have to find the sheets for the guest bed. I'm hoping that it really won't take me that long to clean up the guest room and make it presentable.
And all I want to do is WRITE!