I gave myself some time to enjoy the glow of the engagement, and I’m sure I’ll continue to glow indefinitely as far as I can tell. But after going for a full week with my head in the clouds, my writing schedule is really beginning to suffer. I know, I know, I’m allowed to give myself a break. But you know the feeling you get when you disregard something that you should be doing -- that little gnawing sensation, or maybe a feeling of dread or uneasiness -- and then you don’t really enjoy the time spent loafing anyway? Yeah, I’m starting to get that.

I realized this morning that my time is only going to become increasingly scarce as wedding planning gets under way. And then within the next few months, I’ll most likely start a new job, which is always incredibly demanding of both time and brain. So the time to write is absolutely now. I’m anxious that if I don’t fall back into my aggressive writing schedule, all these other factors that feel somewhat out of my control will take over and kill my dream of finishing the book entirely, or at least push it so far onto the backburner that it becomes just another thing on the list that feels neglected and therefore gives me heartburn.

One thing I’ve learned from this whole writing experiment is that I definitely fare best by coasting on the speed of my momentum. So from here on out, I will resume seizing my days. I’ve got the same number of hours in the day Leonardo da Vinci had, and I’m sure he could have planned a wedding, gotten a handle on a new job and written a book at the same time that he painted the Mona Lisa, invented the helicopter and gave himself anatomy lessons by dissecting a bunch of dead stuff. 

Day seizing shall now commence in full-speed-ahead mode.

PS: I bet if they had TV back then, Leonardo's biggest contribution to society would be some hot mess of a reality show. Or even more likely, he would have died penniless on his couch watching soaps. Note to self: no TV.