I could blame last week’s lack of post on technical difficulties or a ghost in the machine (now I want to watch I, Robot) but truly the fault was human error.
This human to be precise. I spaced that it was Wednesday. I had my 40+ hours at the Evil Day Job, writing, an out of town guest and my schedule just heaved itself out the window. Wait. *I* threw it out the window. There, took responsibility like a big girl (have to if I’m going to wear the BG panties).
I suck at juggling. Not a new discovery but something I need to be reminded of periodically. I know there are people who are writing, working an EDJ and taking care of home and they aren’t flinching. I am not one of them.
I whine, swear, wish I had wine, and gnash my teeth trying to get it all done, and I still come up short. I can live with the fact that I cleaned the bathroom on Monday, but the kitchen will have to wait until Thursday. I can even operate at work on less than three hours of sleep (though by 2pm I’m a bit of a whack job laughing at my own jokes).
But I can’t be that flexible with my writing. It all feels like suck and I can’t half or even 3/4 ass it into shape. I don’t know if it’s because I’m incapable of accepting any less or if I’m still too new to my own process to figure it out. But I’ve put it on my To Do List to find out. Which I’m sure I’ll get to … some time this year.
Sasha, who could use a nap