My dishes are stacked in the sink, but not washed.
My laundry is in the laundry room, but not washed.
I made cookies, but don't feel like putting them away.
My boys room is picked up but not vacuumed.
And a literary agency that doesn't take unsolicited queries (much less manuscripts) from unpublished writers is open to queries (this month only) from people with my initials (the odds aren't good folks) and I can't decide whether to send anything in.
I am tired. So tired. And so unmotivated. I know it all needs to be done, the question is, will I do it?