Better to have posted and rambled...
...than never to have posted at all! I know, it's a stretch, but GODS it's early in the morning, and the best my fumbling brain could come up with.
It's been a MONTH since my last post. September opened it's maw and swallowed me whole, and now I am into the upper intestines of October and begin to fear that I will never get out alive.
Real Life: she is a bitch and she swallows you whole.
Here is how it's been: kids are in school - YAY, me! I get the entire day to myself! Except that whole running thing takes a bit of time, and there are countless and numerous and endless errands to run and chores to do, and the days I imagined for myself? The long, luxurious days of me sitting at my computer for hours and accomplishing...I'm sorry, let me correct that: Accomplishing ever so much on the writing front?
Not so much.
Which isn't to say that I haven't been writing. I have!! Something new! Shiny! Intensely attractive!
Yes, I admit with shame: I am cheating on my revisions. Revisions are boring. Uncreative. Not new. Not shiny. BUT...I guess if I ever want to be a Real Writer, I have to actually, you know, FINISH A BOOK.
I am inching closer.
Meanwhile, the flavor of my days is Chaos Brew, extra strong.
Can I lay it out for you? You can skip ahead, if you'd like, but it helps me to recognize that I'm not, in fact, doing nothing, to lay it out this way. I am class parent to 2/3 of my kids, and soccer coach to 2/3. I work 2 part time jobs. I run, almost daily. I run a writing group that meets on alternate weeks. I am on the town's soccer board. I try to walk my dog on a semi-regular basis. (Everyone's happier with that business done outside. Just sayin'.) My daughter has just joined Daisies, which requires regular parental attendance and a generous start-up fee.
And then there is that whole, friends-and-family-sometimes-want-to-see-me bit. Much appreciated, but often inconvenient. God, I am a social shrew. My husband doesn't get it; he sees the occasional get-togethers as a sort of metaphorical "Kim on the couch with a box of bon-bons." He doesn't understand that as much as I enjoy my friends, it is still an obligation and a necessary one. I am maintaining the social bonds that help me to stay sane. This is NECESSARY. And again, as much as I enjoy my friends, there are times when I have something planned with them when I would much rather just stay home in my jammies and BE that bon-bon noshing lump on the couch. C'mon, I know I'm not alone here - we're WRITERS. We're supposed to be reclusive!
I digress. Wildly. And...not necessarily entertainingly, and for this I apologize. You can thank me later for my one month hiatus, and pray to whatever gods you worship for another.
The whole point of all that spew is to say that Wow, Things Have Not Turned Out How I Planned.
I must be a slow learner, because THIS IS WHAT ALWAYS HAPPENS!!!
But I think of all my LJ friends frequently and fondly, and hope that all in your worlds is somehow less chaotic than my own...more orderly, more productive...more like my ideal, fantasy life! ; )
Even if it's not, lie and tell me it is.
It's been a MONTH since my last post. September opened it's maw and swallowed me whole, and now I am into the upper intestines of October and begin to fear that I will never get out alive.
Real Life: she is a bitch and she swallows you whole.
Here is how it's been: kids are in school - YAY, me! I get the entire day to myself! Except that whole running thing takes a bit of time, and there are countless and numerous and endless errands to run and chores to do, and the days I imagined for myself? The long, luxurious days of me sitting at my computer for hours and accomplishing...I'm sorry, let me correct that: Accomplishing ever so much on the writing front?
Not so much.
Which isn't to say that I haven't been writing. I have!! Something new! Shiny! Intensely attractive!
Yes, I admit with shame: I am cheating on my revisions. Revisions are boring. Uncreative. Not new. Not shiny. BUT...I guess if I ever want to be a Real Writer, I have to actually, you know, FINISH A BOOK.
I am inching closer.
Meanwhile, the flavor of my days is Chaos Brew, extra strong.
Can I lay it out for you? You can skip ahead, if you'd like, but it helps me to recognize that I'm not, in fact, doing nothing, to lay it out this way. I am class parent to 2/3 of my kids, and soccer coach to 2/3. I work 2 part time jobs. I run, almost daily. I run a writing group that meets on alternate weeks. I am on the town's soccer board. I try to walk my dog on a semi-regular basis. (Everyone's happier with that business done outside. Just sayin'.) My daughter has just joined Daisies, which requires regular parental attendance and a generous start-up fee.
And then there is that whole, friends-and-family-sometimes-want-to-see-me bit. Much appreciated, but often inconvenient. God, I am a social shrew. My husband doesn't get it; he sees the occasional get-togethers as a sort of metaphorical "Kim on the couch with a box of bon-bons." He doesn't understand that as much as I enjoy my friends, it is still an obligation and a necessary one. I am maintaining the social bonds that help me to stay sane. This is NECESSARY. And again, as much as I enjoy my friends, there are times when I have something planned with them when I would much rather just stay home in my jammies and BE that bon-bon noshing lump on the couch. C'mon, I know I'm not alone here - we're WRITERS. We're supposed to be reclusive!
I digress. Wildly. And...not necessarily entertainingly, and for this I apologize. You can thank me later for my one month hiatus, and pray to whatever gods you worship for another.
The whole point of all that spew is to say that Wow, Things Have Not Turned Out How I Planned.
I must be a slow learner, because THIS IS WHAT ALWAYS HAPPENS!!!
But I think of all my LJ friends frequently and fondly, and hope that all in your worlds is somehow less chaotic than my own...more orderly, more productive...more like my ideal, fantasy life! ; )
Even if it's not, lie and tell me it is.