I love checklists.
I more than love them. I live by them. I breathe by them, at least during times when I want and expect to get things done. Trying to get things accomplished without a checklist is, for me, like spinning tires in the mud trying to get the truck out of a ditch. Feels like a lot of work, but nothing is actually getting done.
I have two checklists, one for my writing and publishing, and one for all the things going on at home that do not relate to writing and publishing.
This weekend, I was able to check off a couple of items from the writing and publishing checklist. But yesterday, Monday, I completed very little in the writing department of my life; because I was busy accomplishing things on my other checklist.
It was a good feeling, and things in the other world need to get done from time to time too. And there are still things that must get accomplished this week. But I hope to be back to the writing world for the rest of this week.