I'm here and I'm not here. Kids, work, kids, chores, bed. I fit in exercise, Pinterest (because I'm freaking addicted), and writing (because). And I'm tired. Some days I'm on it like a bonnet. Others I try to clear the fog, but only more sleep could do that. Friday I drove to work in tears, but bitch slapped my emotional state in line because there is no crying at work! Yesterday I gave my boys the "I'm a single-working-mom-with-a-dream lecture." If you haven't heard it before, feel lucky because only an overtired ready to snap mom runs with it with enough gusto to count the words off with her fingers. Today I took the keys out of the ignition . . . while I was driving the car! A story just came over the radio that spun my head into so many writing threads, I was smiling and probably mouthing lines I hadn't even typed yet when I yanked the keys out thinking I already reached my destination and parked. The car was still going when I lifted the keys in my hand and shouted "Oh shit!" My six year old thought it was so funny. Me? Not so much but sort of. Will it calm down any times soon? I'm not sure. Last summer I got exactly nothing on my to-do list done. Still, I think I'm going to rock it this summer. So let's get shit done. Anyone out there drowning just a little bit? Maybe treading water until your limbs feel like jello? I'm with you, so you're not alone.
Let's get shit done, Robyn. I'm with you.
ReplyDeleteIt's been fuzzy here too, days pass by so fast that I don't have time to even realize that it's May 18! Freakin unbelievable! When did May come when it's going to end? I have no clue.
I squeezed writing time more than I squeezed time to eat and I finished that dark, compelling story. Now I try to forget it because I have to edit Damaged, book 2 in Meg's story. You do remember Meg, don't you. She's back and she's pissed off.
I hope you can do things this summer, Rob, and even if it's maddening, enjoy the stories that float in your mind!