The need for instant gratification is also why my son's room turns into a disaster zone. He doesn't want to put something away before playing with something else. He wants to play. And I get that. Do I ever! Of course, the room does need to be cleaned up and I take half the blame for the size of job it's become. It's not a task anymore. It's many, many tasks.
So, hush, nagging voice. Both for being a mom and for being a writer. I have a big job ahead. My very own Mess and Big Clean Up. It's also sometimes called writing a novel. It's a balance act of when to make a mess and when to clean it up. Goals are of limited value to me when I'm making a Mess. For the Mess, my progress comes on the days I stay in the moment. To remember it's a story I want to tell with characters who make messes. I do have a deadline (yes, that's a good serious word) of the end of the year for the Mess and the Big Clean Up to be complete. Then I'll have a clean slate for another mess.