Why do I avoid that which I love?
Why do I feel I must do those things considered 'work' before I can do the thing I don't consider 'work'?
It is a woman's curse, I think.
The kitchen must be cleaned. The laundry must be done. The household wheels must be set into motion and while they're spinning, I am freed to work in my studio with no pangs.
Logically, I know this is rubbish. Housework will never be done. There will always be other things to do.
I must say to myself, "Let it all go hang. My work is what feeds me and that alone makes it a priority."
It's easy to get muddled with the myriad of things that demand attention. Multi-tasking might be viewed as a gift, but for concentrating on your art, it's an enemy.
I need time. Time to think. Time to dream. Time to just take care of my clay.
The wonderful James Christensen work, "The Responsible Woman" comes to mind. (Unfortunately this is out of print, but a copy might be found on the web through dealers or Ebay.)