Pleiades is buried under a pile of stuff.
I can hear her yelling at me, though her voice is muffled by all the other things demanding my attention. The kids, the good book I'm reading, the housework that was neglected over the course of a long, but wonderful, Thanksgiving holiday weekend. So many things, and I don't know when my writing will be able to spring back to the surface.
I am a writer, but I am many other things as well. Wife, mother, cleaner of things dirty, leader of a circus (at least I feel like I'm qualified for that job after taking care of my family for the last few years). Sometimes, unfortunately, writing gets buried under other obligations. It's still there in my thoughts, and I squeeze it in when I can, but life keeps happening whether you're prepared for it or not.
So here's what I'm going to do. For the rest of the day, I will continue working and catch up as best I can with what needs to be done. I will also set aside some time to write. Even when a day is overwhelmed and there aren't enough hours in the day, I will take the time to write something. My blogging helps by giving me the excuse to do that.
After all, I can't leave Pleiades buried in a mountain of stuff forever. As it is, she'll be angry that I left her in there as long as I have. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some digging to do.