I. Am. So. Freaking. Busy.
Hours and hours of freelance writing committed to. A couple of books I'm editing are due to the publishers. A request and resubmit from a fantastic agent. Christmas shopping. Christmas decorating. Kid with strep throat. Mother-in-law wants to be driven places. Husband working all weekend. Mom angry at me for not calling. Teen girl also wants to be driven places. Christmas cards (ha!). Christmas outfits. Holiday piano recitals. Car repairs. Doctor's appointments. Dog. House. Cat. Laundry. Cooking ... I can't take it any more!!
So when life keeps you running the treadmill (except not actually exercising, who has time for that?) how are you supposed to feel like a writer?
Because the thing with writing is it never ends. Story ideas. Promotion ideas. Social networking. Revisions. Critiques. Always, always behind, even in the best of times. But now? Can't even type complete sentences.
But every Christmas, I re-read Dickens's A Christmas Carol. I watch It's a Wonderful Life. I try to go to bed early (not nursing a cold, I can't afford a cold) and read. And while I'm driving around, my mind is wandering, too. I'm that lady wandering aimlessly around Macy's trying to remember why I'm there, but getting some character's backstory straight.
Somehow Christmas dinner will make it to the table. Right?
-- Kate, Miss Perfecting the Pages
I am very excited for you re: the agent R&R.
ReplyDeleteI also hope the fam stays healthy for the rest of the year! Good luck! :)
Hope it becomes a bit less chaotic, Kate. This time of year is always so busy. I can't even imagine adding children into the mix at holiday time: I congratulate you on anything you are able to accomplish! Good luck on the requests and have fun with all the freelance work.
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