Monday, October 18, 2010

Signs and Portents

I knew it would happen, I just wasn't sure when.

Overloaded.
Over-committed.
Over-extended.

Today is the day when the various demands on my time, energy and capacity collided. I have no one to blame but myself, of course; I wanted to teach, I wanted to do what I could to make it possible to teach more in the future, I wanted to figure out a way to make enough money.

Of course I have the first signs of a cold.

Of course I rushed home from my morning gig to do an interview at 12:30—an interview that is scheduled for next Monday.

The good news is, now I can just write for the rest of the day. Except there's no food in the house, no milk, no half and half, no...the list of what isn't here that should be is long. 

So. Now I know that it's time to pay attention. Make some soup, have a little lie down, enjoy a cup of tea, then write.

Okay. 

4 comments:

Marci said...

"The good news is, now I can just write for the rest of the day."

This is what makes you a writer. An overextended one, yes, but a writer. The good news is that for a majority of your day, you get to do what makes you happy. Write. After your lie down, that is.

Anonymous said...

Thank you. Now I don't feel so bad about doing the same.

ajoconnell said...

Hilts, you said this to me once: You are a writer and because you are a writer, you will write.

We all get busy and frantic and crazed, but the cool thing is that it doesn't distract you from writing.

In short, I agree with Marci.

Elizabeth Hilts said...

Thanks, all!

Marci, I sometimes forget that I really am lucky enough to be able to do what makes me happy. Thanks for that reminder.

Anonymous (who are you?), I'm glad this helped.

AJ, there's a part of my brain that is always involved in the writing—even when I'm not actively at the computer. Thanks, as always, for your support.