I’ve hit one of those points where everything seems to be jockeying for a rapidly dwindling supply of time. In the day job, between travel and training I’ve gotten behind and have been playing catch-up. In order to this, I’ve been heading into the office early–some days as early as 6am–to give myself a few extra hours in the day. For the first time in 17 years, I had to ask for an extension on my annual self-appraisal, which is a key part of our review process. I have until Friday now (they were due last Friday) and I am grateful for that but I still haven’t started. And an email I received this morning from my grandboss indicated the need to take even more training and have it completed by April 1. And I’m staring down one major project deadline coming up right around the same time.
In the writing world, I’ve been doing okay getting in time in the evenings to write fiction after the Little Man goes to bed. I’m feeling a little crunched for time on my Vacation in the Golden Age reading. I usually try and get through 25 pages a day, mostly at lunch, but that time has been squeezed out by work the last few days. And I’m trying to finish up the April 1940 issue by Saturday because I will be completely and totally offline on Sunday.
Then there’s the weekly meeting of the Arlington Writers Group tonight. It’s another critique night and there are two pieces up for critique and I haven’t yet read them. I’ll have to find time to squeeze that in and get my notes and comments written up.
Finally, I am reading chapters of a novel for a writer-friend. I do this first thing in the morning and I have been eagerly looking forward to each chapter as I go to bed at night. But yesterday, for instance, I had to punt and I felt bad about that, especially considering I know how nerve-wracking it can be when someone is reading over your stuff and you haven’t gotten any feedback. At least I get to read it this morning (he says, wringing his hands with glee).
It has been months since I’ve had any real exercise and I could use it, but when? This post is not really a complaint. I know that I am lucky to have a stable day job and equally lucky to have an avocation thatI have always dreamed of being a part of. And I’m extraordinarily lucky to have a supportive and understanding wife. I just needed a brief moment to vent to the anonymous Internet.
I will now return you to your regularly scheduled browsing.
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