|It's hard to juggle these.|
I failed to post here last week for a happy reason: seasonal, full-time employment. I like my job, but the first few days left me feeling wet noodle-weak and dumber than pasta. So, how do y'all do it?
Yes, I'm talking to you.
How do you work a full day, come home, cook, clean, help kids with homework, write a few pages of the WIP (work in progress), tweet, update Facebook, and blog?
Last week, no joke, I did not have one original thought. Not one.
Those of you who juggle jobs and family responsibilities while churning out fiction and non-fiction are my heroes. If no one praised you today for any of your original thoughts, here goes: you are amazing.
This week, I embraced the notion of getting up an hour earlier than usual and using the extra time to write. Today, I chose roasted almonds for an afternoon snack because I need quality fuel to keep me going. Tips and tricks I once knew well are coming back to me along with fervent appreciation for you who make "doing it all" look easy.
It's not. Have I told you you're amazing?
My kids are grown, so I'm not slapping sandwiches together at dark-thirty in the morning and nagging them to eat something more nutritious than a slice of cheese for breakfast. (Although, come to think of it, why did I get bent out of shape over a slice of cheese?) Better still, I no longer drive carpool. Note to those of you who do: someday, you'll drop off your last passenger and regain a fast-food wrapper-free vehicle. You'll choose the music and the car will smell of air freshener rather than day-old French fries.
Attention, carpool drivers: you're amazing.
For the next couple of months, Sunday afternoons will serve as my planning periods. I'm going to organize my week and make time for the WIP, this blog, and, oh yeah, laundry and meals.
Meals I can simplify. The WIP, however, is getting complicated, and if I don't corral an original thought, the characters will lose respect for me.
(Notice I'm not scheduling time to clean the house. When the dust bunnies threaten the cats, I'll vacuum. When dust migrates toward the laptop's keyboard, I'll reach for the microfiber cloth.)
Original thought eludes me for now, but my plan's coming together. I could, however, use your input. How do you do what you do week after week? What time-savers give you an extra hour or more a day to devote to the work of your heart?
One more thing before I go: you're amazing.