I have a love-hate relationship with both. I recognize that they play off of each other, are sometimes two sides of the same coin. No routine without occasional, minute injections of chaos (otherwise how do you keep from going insane?). No chaos without the comforting return to some sort of routine.
However, lately I've swung over to the "chaos" side of things and have had no luck achieving and maintaining a routine. And -- I blame the stories. As well as the five different volunteer assignments I've taken on at school.
With the stories, it's not about the work itself, it's the fact that I'm so sick of having them around; they're like friends who've stayed waaaay past the end of a party and seem to have forgotten how to go home. You sit there smiling and stifling a yawn, but inside, you feel like strangling them.
At any rate--I finally finished editing, but still have to input the changes for those same 25 stories. Could get it done in two hours. Hope to finish by Sunday night. Then the hunt for magazines starts in earnest.
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