Writing the Novel and Renouncing Worldly Goods

So I'm back writing the novel. Bits of it. Slowly. I want to get the fourth chapter (Thursday) finished by the weekend...but this is unlikely, as the whole flat painting thing hasn't been happening. And I haven't got my car MOT'd. So now I've got wheels what can't only be legally driven between the MOT centre and my place of residence, should the car fail the test...

I have decided life with possessions is far too complicated. Flats require painting. Gardens require cutting. Cars require testing. And all of these things also require endless amounts of cash being ploughed into them.

And my laptop's started making a funny noise. I know this means I should really back everything up in case of imminent failure...but of course I'm procrastinating.

So the best thing for me to do is to renounce all worldly possessions and go live in a tree house, to write on leaves and commune with the life force. I can eat tree-beetles and drink sky juice.

But how oh how will I afford my urban decay sparkly eye stuff???

And how come if I wrote 70,000 words of my novel in 30 days, that finishing the last 10,000 or so has taken me about 1.5 years (and counting)???