I was writing late at night, but it was just for me—notebooks filled with ideas and characters and stories that I never believed could become anything. Slowly, life changed—I got a job working outside my home, then I became a freelance copy editor and proofreader. When the kid grew up and moved away, I started following my dream of writing novels. Some things naturally got shunted aside. I confess dusting and vacuuming took a backseat to hours in front of my computer letting the people in my head have their way with my time and energy.
My freelance editing business grew remarkably and I loved it, but with every new project, more dust gathered on my end tables and dressers and little dust bunnies romped under my beds and sofa. Meals went from a weekly dinner plan to Husband coming home from work and the two of us pulling together whatever we could from the meager groceries I had in the kitchen. He started taking on the grocery shopping, which delighted me because I’ve kinda gotten to the point where I dread going to the store. But I was really ashamed of the fact that my house didn’t sparkle and that somehow supermom had lost her magical powers.
Now, Husband is retired and I’m still editing and writing. however I’ve discovered that if the house doesn’t get dusted, nobody dies, lightning doesn't strike. There’s no shame in a house that looks lived in. It’s okay to no longer have a speaking acquaintance with my iron, although I do still love to iron and when I do it, it’s a treat. Husband has taken on several of the supermom chores and gives me space to write and work as I need to and doesn’t seem to mind if dusting only gets done once a month instead of once a week.
Time feels so much more fleeting now and inside me, there is a sense of urgency, but it’s no longer focused on whether or not the dust bunnies are vacuumed away. Now, I worry how I’ll ever get a whole novel written before June (I have a contract, so I have to figure that one out) and whether or not, I can actually produce four books in two years (again, I have to. I have a contract). Copy editing deadlines sometimes breathe down my neck as I’m hitting social media to make sure my name and my books stay out in front of my readers. Promotion is a constant for every author out there.There are writing blogs I want to read, blogs I need to write, tweets and promotions that need to be posted, and one day, one day, maybe I’ll figure out Goodreads. I need to get more organized, so that each thing that needs doing gets done, instead of tasks looming over me like some fearsome overseer.
Honestly, I have no idea where I was going with this, except to say that over the years, priorities have changed and although, I don’t regret giving up scrubbing corners with a toothbrush in favor of writing one more scene before Husband comes wandering upstairs asking about supper, I would like to be a better time manager in 2018.
So talk to me. How about you? How do you fit it all in?