Rambling Results of Being a Distracted Writer

Have you ever had one of those weeks where no matter what you do you're just not going to get anything done and your attention span is about five feet long and swinging all over the place?  I'l warn you now, this could be a rambling post...I'm distracted.  Duh!

As a writer this is a hard thing to overcome.  Some people blame it on writers block (which is a myth by the way).  I personally blame it on Social Media myself.  As a new author, I need to be able to maintain a social media presence, "build my platform" as they say.  I've never been a huge fan of social media but I realize that in order to get the word out about my books I need to go where the people are. 

This blog wasn't meant to be about Social Media, so I'll leave that whole thing right there.  One of the other problems the I as an author and a writer run into with things distracting me from writing is better understanding where I want to take my stories.  I've never been a plotter, pantser since the day I started.  The flow of consciousness from my mind through my fingers to the paper is what has driven me to this point.  So why stop right?  

I would say that being able to plot something about my stories is what saves me from distraction but sometimes it actually adds to frustration.  As a pantser, letting the flow run  served me well but I would linger on one thing or miss major points there.  Trying to plot simply felt like I was shackling myself.  I'm currently stuck on a chapter because I decided to follow a beat sheet that helped me stay on track.  Now I'm at the point of the story where things get strange and despite where I thought I wanted to go with the story, the beat is pushing me a different direction to "keep the tempo going".  
(Did I mention this would be a rambling post?)

The question most authors need to ask themselves when they hit points like this is to ask why are you distracted?  In my terms it's because my beats, my plotting tell me that the story should go a little differently than what my mind says.  I think it's causing anxiety.  What's your excuse?  

Ok, cleared my head...back to writing.  Cheers.