Last week was spring break. The kids were at my mother-in-law’s house all week. We had a camping trip, I worked two days, and then we were off to my mother-in-law’s house to spend a couple days there before making the five-hour drive back home.
I thought I was ready to begin this week, but I’ve changed my mind. I expected a lull in the hectic times so I could get a jump on some writing, but I was mistaken. My optimism desperately tries to poke through my frustration to convince me, “it’s just one more week and then life will slow down,” but I won’t let myself believe that lie (it’s the same one I’ve believed every week since the end of January.)
Since getting back home late Saturday afternoon, I’ve managed to sift through the stack of mail, wash and dry four loads of laundry, make a valiant attempt to catch up on blog-related stuff, buy the kids new shoes, go grocery shopping and watch a movie with the kids. I even managed to force encourage my older son to read for 56 minutes to make up for the reading he did not get done during break.
Do you see any writing in that list? Neither do I.
I checked my email last night and found out that my younger son’s T-Ball practices start today. Yes, today. I thought I had until April 2nd before that madness began, but again, I was wrong. My older son has gymnastics classes twice this week (to make up for a missed class last week), I’ve got a big work project that may require extra hours to complete by Friday, and I’m preparing for a weekend retreat that I’m attending with a friend (I’m leaving from work on Friday afternoon – no time to go home first.)
I’m thinking I can pencil writing in for a quick date on Wednesday, but I hesitate to that because I’ll feel like such a cad when I have to cancel (again) at the last minute. To my neglected writing, I will be a “wanna be” writer unable to keep promises made. To me, I’ll be, well…the same thing. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster, but I don’t know when it will slow enough for me to catch my breath before spiraling into the next loop.
I still believe that life takes precedence over writing, and that I will not impose stress-inducing, self-inflicted word or page count deadlines upon myself. That being stated, I would like to finish the first draft of my second manuscript by year-end, so I can polish it up for a conference I hope to attend in spring of 2012. At this rate, I won’t be ready for the 2014 conference.
I guess all I can do is sit back and hold on tight while life takes me on a ride. And, when life isn’t looking, I’ll steal a few hours to finish my character research so I can begin my novel. Yes, I’ll be as sneaky as a child snagging cookies from the cookie jar.
How do you fit in writing when life doesn’t want to cooperate?