Change is good, or so they say. Every time I think I've incorporated my two jobs (writing and the one that pays the bills) chaos happens.
Chaos is my life right now. Work (the day job) is... changing. I'm not exactly sure yet if it's for the better. However, it doesn't change the fact that I have more on my plate, putting in longer hours - whine, whine, whine. I'm thankful for my job and all that. Really I am.
The longer hours are killing me. Thankfully my husband is a huge help. He will cook dinner - and so what if it's frozen fish fillets, it counts. He makes sure the kids' homework is done and gives them showers. I'm lucky!
I just wish I had more time. Who doesn't?
The biggest part about all this, though, is I don't feel very creative. At the end of the day my mind is a disarray of thoughts and it's hard to get into my characters' heads. But I am trying. This story really wants to be told, and I want to tell it!
Sorry this post isn't exactly uplifting, but it's real. Nothing comes easy - that includes writing. But I also suppose that is why it's so rewarding.