Some Call It Writer's Block

What to do when you keep putting off work towards the one thing you really actually want to do? Why is it that sometimes we neglect the things that mean most to us? In my case, the Snoqualmie mobile, which is my life and my love at this time in my personal history, has been on the shelf for three and a half weeks.
I have been obsessing about it in my mind as always, ever thinking and planning, but when I put my hands to it they somehow find another purpose. Such as sewing this skirt! or knitting this sleeve! Cruel and tempting distractions! -you draw me away from my true love!
Of course I know that some of this feet dragging is due to the fact that the installation deadline has been postponed for two more months, so there is time for me to slack off. The building under construction is now not expected to be completed until September.
Still I feel this sickening feeling that I should be making progress instead of clothing. So how do I motivate myself back to the grinding stone? (or in this case, the Anvil and the Bench)
Well, I went out on a clear day and searched for inspiration. I discovered Discovery Park for the first time, had a lovely walk through the forest to the beach where I picnicked while watching the sail boats ride by. Later, my companion and I tried a new, fancy restaurant called Olivar. They are a spanish-inspired gourmet place right next to the Cornish College of the Arts, which later showed the first act of Puccini's Soeur Angelica. (I must brag that everything was super cheep too! I won a contest on a Seattle foodie blog which gave me a coupon for $25 off the restaurant and since the opera was a student production it was very reasonable! And all of it was fantastic!)
The next day I tried to blow glass, but (to briefly describe the very opposite of what I intended) that sucked! I did horribly and had to quit early in tears of frustration!
I tried again for inspiration in the cherry blumes on the UW campus. It was an amazing afternoon that someone like Monet, Pissarro or Seurat would paint. It was good to see, but not enough.
If I was going to get working again, and doing good work, I knew I had to build a fire under my seat. There is nothing like a firm deadline to make me move my ass!
So- I signed up for a glassblowing workshop in Corning, NY, and bought the tickets to go in June! (more on that later.) I also bought tickets to see my cousin's wedding in June so if I don't get my act in line by then I'll be sorry!
It worked! I'm back on the ball!
And I lived happily ever-until-it-happens-again.
The end.