Procrastination
I found myself looking about my room thinking, "My, this area could use tidying." No doubt it could. But what my clever inner-self recognized was that the cleaning urge was a procrastination attempt disguised as a good impulse. I only want to clean my room so that I don't have to do the somewhat daunting writing work I have before me to complete.
While it would certainly be nice to move those ice skates out of my room (the same ice skates I had when I was a teenager and cannot fit my feet inside now--super useful) I think it might be nicer to have some of the work I've been agonizing over done.
And to sweeten the deal I'll only allow myself lunch if I go work on the book. Yup. Carrot and stick. But not carrot sticks. That, friends, is no lunch for a working writer.