No, I am not looking forward to the weather getting colder or impending snowstorms, but I just keep thinking that October might slow down a little. (I know, who am I kidding?) It seems like this September has been crazier than in the past. Maybe it is always this busy, but I am trying to get more writing done, so I am very conscious of how little time I really get to spend on it.
Yesterday morning, it occurred to me that my youngest daughter's tenth birthday is coming up. I caught her just before she headed out the door to school and asked her if she knew what next Monday was. She didn't. Usually by this time, I have a few birthday presents purchased, we have made birthday party plans, and it is all she can think about. But, we have just been too busy.
So I keep trying to think what sort of things I can give up to buy myself a little more time. In the last six months, I have turned on the t.v. less and less. Now I hardly ever watch it, so that isn't the problem. I've contemplated giving up housework, but the health department is never a welcome visitor. Exercise is another activity I could do without, but the truth is I don't do enough of it and I am actually trying to do more. When I look at everything in a day, it seems like I just need a few extra hours.
I have thought about getting up earlier or staying up later. The only problem is that I already have to drag my poor tired bones out of bed way too early every day. And if I stay up later, it is just that much harder to move in the morning.
So I guess I will look forward to a new month and do what all writers have to do. Carve those blocks of precious writing time from the day whenever I find them. I can learn to do things in smaller chunks of time. And most of all, I can enjoy the life I have and be grateful for family and other things that keep me so busy. If I didn't have all the distractions, what would I have to write about, anyway?