Did you ever have one of those days when a hundred unexpected events conspire to keep you from writing? Or when you’re coming off a few very productive days—and emerge from your creative fog long enough to realize that the rest of your life needs, well, a bit of love and attention?
I’ve been cranking out a rewrite for the past two weeks, eager to send it off to my new agent (grin), plus working on homework for a continuing ed class I’m taking (also a grin), plus trying to keep some forward momentum on the series of science books I’m working on for an educational publisher, plus bidding on jobs through Elance so I keep a bit of income while I wait for all the other projects to bear fruit, plus…well, you get the idea. And today I woke up and realized that I need to catch up on laundry, bills, gardening, house cleaning, and overall clutter reduction—in a serious way.
Isn’t there a writing fairy to take care of these sorts of things for us when the muse is singing?
On the flip side, I’m in such a bouncy-happy mood from all the writing time, I’m not stressed about the mess.
And when I’m happy, my family’s happy.
Ooh—did I just deduce that writing is a viable alternative to housework? ‘Cause if the family’s happy, I must be doing something right!