Monday, January 12, 2009

The Frustration of the Long Distance Writer

5 pages a day. That was the goal. Unfortunately life is conspiring against me. BB has given up his naps and has a the energy of kid who downs six Red Bulls a day. Now I'm lucky if I can eek out a page a day.

It's not just the fact that BB has given up, what I like to call my sanity break, but the mountain of chores that have piled up around me for months. I feel like all the king's horsemen trying to put Humpty Dumpty back together again when it comes to keeping this house above the chaos into which it threatens to descend whenever I become seriously productive.

So I'm now revising my goal, 3 pages a day until I can rise above the chaos or get BB to learn to meditate for about an hour a day.

1 comment:

KA Cole said...

3 pages?! Such guts! Such tenacity!
(I'm jealous. I can't make that kind of commitment.)I'm trying to manage 5 minutes, woman! ;D Good for you! [cheers, roar...]

I have so much sympathy for you. I feel like it is a constant battle between myself and this house.

At least I did manage those 5 minutes today. (And since I said 15 minutes 3x a week, I've got a ways to go...)