Mental Paralysis of Sorts!

It's been pretty quiet here on the forefront. School is on the backburner for a month. Yeah, a single month is their idea of a "Summer Vacation", whoopdie-fucking-do.
Brain has been overloaded with soap, soap ideas, soap design. It's crazy because out of all the ideas I have, not a single thing has been produced. That's not entirely true, that sentance was more of a reference to my actual product design. I've been making soap, and I've sold a few. But now I'm coming up to the point where I need to a) develop a cohesive line, b) develop packaging for said line c) sell my ass off.
Seems pretty simple, but other things tend to take up my brainpower. Today is my novel which I have been working on for a year, scrapped it and started a new one-- around the same genre, a couple of months ago. Problem with that, is that once I get to a certain point, I feel paralyzed and cannot write any longer. I don't want to potentially mess it up with some kind of nonsense prose. That's what I'm battling today.
Oh yeah, and my shortcomings as an actor-- highlighted by a certain audition I attended where they asked me to read for three different parts-- all of which I flubbed in one way or another. Now, I'm dealing with an insecurity that's more of the knowledge scale. Maybe I just don't know enough yet to jump in headfirst-- although it was kind of fun at the same time, it's the looking back at it that makes me feel a little bit foolish.
But not enough to deter me. Skipping my acting class today since my partner won't be around. Can't act without my partner, but I can pick up the zen advice that my teacher tends to give to every student. I feel slightly guilty, but hey, it's a holiday weekend!
Made the cutest, yummiest single-use sugar/soap scrubs. Gotta buy jars to store them, gotta do labels to sell them-- but above all--- gotta design it before I get it all. See, paralyzing.
I thought maybe a couple of days off would rejuvenate me. Instead, I feel like my mind is bursting with ideas and I feel so paralyzed. Stuck.

Could be the cabin fever... I've been a hermit since Friday.

-sk