Today I've gotten a little taste of the life of a cleanser. Well, kinda. My parents want another outhouse shed (they collect them). Since they live in a rocky cauldron at the top of a mountain this means we need to remove tons of solid bedrock to expand the flat bit. After trying a lot of techniques we decided to do it the old fashioned way and bake the rock. So we piled on a wheelbarrow of coal and several loads of wood and lit the biggest fire the North has ever seen (well, not really). So I've spent the day fanning the flames with a metal tray and shuffling red hot coals and firewood around with a pitchfork. It's been quite a sweatshop and I think my brain has been baked a little as well.
This might sound weird but this sounds like great times. I love bonfires etc. and would gladly have switched places with you, both for the fun of tending to a big fire and also so I could actually have felt useful today for a chance (I've done practically nothing since returning to Iceland - some panicky work-related catching up but aside of that, nothing)...
Kick, have you ever heard of NaNoWriMo? It isn't until November, but if you need a motivator for writing, it's fantastic (and it's also a ton of fun: I've done it for the past two years).
I'm going to recommend NaNoWriMo too! It's great fun although the results might need a few editing rounds before they're presentable.
One of my NaNo projects still needs some heavy re-writing because I changed my mind about the plot many, many times on the way, but true to NaNo-spirit when you drive past your intersection the solution is not to turn back, just hit the gas and all will be ok in the end. Except you've no idea where you ended up and how or why but hey, a destination's a destination no?
(Btw never let me actually drive you anywhere. It's proven that I can hit two pillars and a parked car in one smooth move while trying to park.)