I think if I could have an entire year in which, except for the passage of the year itself, time didn’t move—ignore the paradox, just let your imagination make it work—maybe then I could catch up on everything.
I’m annoyed that it’s January 15 and I haven’t finished my end-of-2017 posts. I did finally manage to post the “best of” list, just a few days ago. And I wrote one review of a book I read in December. That’s it for 2018 so far. A month ago I wrote that I had 72 drafts waiting in my blog queue, some of which have been there for years; as of today I have 82, and that post from a month ago is still one of them.
A huge part of my problem is that if I have a sort of neverending to-do list in my head, it’s also constantly growing, so even if I check something off I’ve still fallen behind while doing it. This is always manifest in my reading struggles; I can never stop getting caught up in pressure to read certain things, because they’re all things I really want to read, but there are so many other factors involved.