What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about. – Julie Wright
I got behind in my goal to have a week’s worth of posts done, so on Wednesday afternoon when I got home, I looked at this quote, thought about what I would write and decided that it would just sound too whiny.
Then, when I got home from a Board meeting and sat down to actually write, I realized that maybe it’s because it was just too honest.
I’ve had a hard week, and it’s not over yet.
I’m still in the post-show funk that I talked about on Monday. I’m still in the same shoulder pain. I’ve still gone three months where I can think of being able to sleep through the night only once. I’m exhausted. And, again as I said Monday, I need some rest.
I’m not getting any anytime soon. See how this post can sound whiny?
But those are just the facts.
Still, I have writing to do. I told myself I’d be working on my novel during Nanowrimo. I have some, but not enough.
I got a great start to writing ahead for the blog, but this past weekend with two Saturday shows, strike and a cast party on Sunday, I got behind.
I have editors who have given me assignments to turn in “any time before the end of November.” The end of November is getting a lot closer.
So, I have to focus. I have to get a grip and work through being tired.
That doesn’t make me special. It makes me like everyone else who finds themselves overcommitted from time to time. I know quite a few other people who are pretty much in the same place as I am.
So in the spirit of writing what I know, that’s why you’re getting this today.
I realize it does not contain the usual brilliance and doesn’t even really have a good snark. Those will be back. Give me a couple of days.
For now, we press on, because I’m not dead, yet.