…though not in the typical sense of the phrase. Financially my sugar-daddy is taking care of me. We’re doing well with the debt pay-off/savings ratio. But I’m still struggling.
I’m not as organized as everyone thinks.
I know – I have that reputation for having everything in its place and all together. Not anymore. I’m married now. I’m not saying my husband is at fault (love you, honey!), but the truth is, he is NOT organized and we have to live together. If I’m going to ask him to try to keep things in their places, then I need to relax a little when they aren’t there. We’re doing pretty well with that. But it’s taking a toll on me.
I’m currently trying to query my novel (which scares me to death, and I have been putting it off for SIX MONTHS), write my second novel, ignore the dozens of novels swimming in my head begging to be written, continue to learn the craft, write for two periodicals, keep up a blog, substitute teach, and act as the domestic technician for our home. I’m feeling overwhelmed.
On the plus side, I found my writing log. I’m starting it up again. I did one thing yesterday…not very impressive, but I’m trying.
In the meantime, I’m going to spend some time with God. The harder I try to figure things out, the worse I do. The more I release to God, the easier it becomes. So that’s my plan.
See you on Sunday!