Booksters, whether you're trying to get through a dense book that you refuse to abandon, or trying to write one, do you ever feel like everything is getting in your way?
Kids need dinner. Every night.
Presents need buying.
Then there's Christmas cards. This year, I told my husband I was going on Christmas card strike. But now I'm guiltily answering the ones we do get with a quick note.
Dinner reservations need to be made for a family visit.
Kids want to go to Radio City. Need to buy the tickets.
Kiddie gloves get lost and the temps drop below freezing. Can't wait. Must go buy more.
Need to read for my novel class and my critique group. Hundreds of pages a week. Thankfully (though I love the company), the class is almost over.
Then there's Colum McCann. And tonight should be a fun night, but it just feels like it's... in the way.
And according to the goal I set for myself back in November, I should be at around page 250 with my editing for The Orphan's Daughter by today and I am only at page 160.
Everything's getting in the way. And I'm letting it. And I wake up more upset about it the next day. I feel so ravenous for quiet minutes that I don't even want to stop to shower. How bad is that?
I love you world, and I want us to be friends. I want to make something for you that you will love. But now, can you just please, for a little while, go away?