Recently, I feel like there just isn’t enough time in the day to get what I want and need to get done. I wake up at 6am just about every morning, go to work, am home early enough to clean a bit and write. Usually, I can get this done. Some days, I wrote 400-500 words, and still managed to get the dishes done. But lately? The house is still a mess, the story is slow, and at the end of the day, I feel like I still have a million things to do. I just don’t get it. Where is the time going????
I cannot WAIT until work is out for the summer. I’m going to do a few side jobs with this marketing company that hired me, but other than that, the summer is going to be dedicated to keeping house and writing like a madwoman. Late nights, late mornings. Being able to sleep in, because I was up until 4am writing. That’s my magic time anyway. And in between writing breaks, when I’m feeling frustrated at my muse, characters, world, myself, my lack of words, my overuse of ‘and’ or ‘was’, I’ll be able to clean up a bit. Get the bathroom done on Mondays. The living room on Tuesdays. The bedroom on Wednesdays. The kitchen on Thursdays. Then dust and vaccuum on Fridays.
Yup, I sure have been thinking about this alot. 🙂 I feel like a kid eager to get summer vacation! Writing and sleeping late for 2 months? That’s like heaven.