Monday, November 26, 2012

Buried Under a Mountain of Stuff

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.


  1. Oh good for you. My muse is taking a nap currently. Lazy thing.

  2. I hope to be able to set aside some writing time this weekend. Life's been kind of busy lately.

  3. And if you leave her in there too long, she'll get mixed up with the laundry, and that's never good!

  4. *handing you a shovel and wishing you good luck*

  5. I find the days I enjoy the most are the ones where I get the laundry done, and writing too. In between a load the muse chimes in. Doesn't happen as often as I'd like, but they do exist.

    I try to break down the day into segments of have to, and want to (write) -- at the end of the day it's not always in the percentage I'd hoped but even a little writing is good.

    It is so much harder with little ones though. I remember my little guy crawling to my desk chair, pulling himself up to standing position and saying, 'play mommy, play!' There are times when writing has to take a back seat, but with your skill -- I see no problems getting back on track. You're a natural!

  6. Good luck digging her out! I'll be she's not too far buried.