Years ago, when I had littlies here, there would come a point while working on a draft when I would get very into it while family chaos went on around me. As I got closer and closer to the end of that particular project, I would start getting excited. Perhaps you recall that old saying about the workhorse who picks up speed when he sees the barn? That's how I would feel. Once I reached the barn, I knew I could take a break and do something else for a bit while the draft sat simmering or was off with my editor. I'd be all pumped up about what I was going to do next.
Now I have elders to deal with and a wedding coming up. I'm at that point in the first draft I'm working on when I'm really getting very into it while family chaos goes on around me. What was particularly exciting yesterday was that we had hot dogs for dinner. I wasn't all that interested in food, and I had to do something fast and easy. That's all I could think of. Back in that earlier time I was talking about, we used to have hot dogs a couple of times a week during drafting.
I've been feeling lately as if I'm back in the good old days. I am pumped up about what I'm going to do when I finish this draft. Clean my desk. Clean up my e-mail. Do some marketing. Look at some of my short stories and essays. Get started on revising. It's all very thrilling.