I read something that saved me. Now maybe it’s because I’m An Independent Woman, and An Independant Woman thinks that we can do it all. We take care of the house, the paperwork, the car, the children, clip coupons, volunteer, read fine (and not so fine) literature, and, of course, have a career. While keeping in shape, cooking healthy, frugal meals for the family, and always being pleasant.
What do I look like, a psychopathic juggler? And when did I start grinding my teeth?
Frankly, my friends, I am overwhelmed. Six years ago, few people even knew what a blog was. Now we all have blogs. We HAVE to have blogs, especially if we’re writers. And a Twitter account. And Facebook, etc. We’re supposed to hit conferences and sprinkle the blogosphere with our charming witticisms and set up book signings and somewhere in this whirling insanity, we’re supposed to actually have time to write, edit, and query a novel? And see our families? I feel like everything is a choice. Write the blog or write my WIP. Read or play with my kids. When I take my kids to their plethora of doctor’s appointments, I’m thinking that, darn it, these four hours would have done wonders for my writing time. When I stay up late to write, I think that I really should be sleeping. When I’m sleeping…man, that’s it. I’m just dead to the world.
And then I read this post by Nathan Bransford and the hysteria subsided a bit. Somebody actually saying that you don’t have to do everything? Unheard of. But fantastic. Utterly fantastic.
Do you feel the pressure? How are you managing everything? Any advice for the rest of us?