Oh my aching head!
I've gone all day without a lick of caffeine. It's now almost 3pm and it's all catching up to me. Especially with a cold kicking around somewhere in the nether-regions of my sinuses, throat, and the football of a head I'm swaggering into and out of meetings all day today.
Don't worry, this post isn't all complaining (though that would be nothing out of the ordinary would it), it's about busyness. And what one does when they are running on all fours and you are asked to run on a fifth, none-existent body part.
I've bombarded you with boring posts about our move to another home, about my writing challenges (NaNo and otherwise), and of course about the day job and all thing involved in being a part of a family (mom and wife)--so I'll cap a recap. But what about all those other thoughts swimming around in my brain? The next book characters chirping for more page time. Or the various work projects I am itching to get started. The packing of my belongings that haven't started. And oh, yes. The kiddo's birthday (end of the month) and then the holidays. The time of the year every person on earth decides to head to shopping destinations to purchase gifts for all relatives, friends, and acquaintances.
Yes. All that extra stuff. Or maybe it is just the normal stuff expemplified?
Honestly, for me it is all one in the same. And I'm beginning to tune out almost all of it--instead opting for the comfortable couch, a good reading book, or the television addiction that I haven't been able to kick.
I guess what I am really saying is--my life is full. My head is full. And I cannot even attempt to pick up another thought until I let another one seep away. At least right now. And let's hope after the weekend, ONE of those little demons will be done and over with (moving) and I can become a bit more optimistic. Or at least less cluttered and let the creative part of my brain start writing these posts again. At least that's the plan.
Don't worry, this post isn't all complaining (though that would be nothing out of the ordinary would it), it's about busyness. And what one does when they are running on all fours and you are asked to run on a fifth, none-existent body part.
I've bombarded you with boring posts about our move to another home, about my writing challenges (NaNo and otherwise), and of course about the day job and all thing involved in being a part of a family (mom and wife)--so I'll cap a recap. But what about all those other thoughts swimming around in my brain? The next book characters chirping for more page time. Or the various work projects I am itching to get started. The packing of my belongings that haven't started. And oh, yes. The kiddo's birthday (end of the month) and then the holidays. The time of the year every person on earth decides to head to shopping destinations to purchase gifts for all relatives, friends, and acquaintances.
Yes. All that extra stuff. Or maybe it is just the normal stuff expemplified?
Honestly, for me it is all one in the same. And I'm beginning to tune out almost all of it--instead opting for the comfortable couch, a good reading book, or the television addiction that I haven't been able to kick.
I guess what I am really saying is--my life is full. My head is full. And I cannot even attempt to pick up another thought until I let another one seep away. At least right now. And let's hope after the weekend, ONE of those little demons will be done and over with (moving) and I can become a bit more optimistic. Or at least less cluttered and let the creative part of my brain start writing these posts again. At least that's the plan.
