Life

Cranky

>I’m a bit cranky.

Seems my writing has been shoved down on my priority list for the last 6 weeks.

March my husband was gone all but 4 or 5 days, and I was swamped with everything life throws at you on a daily basis. April has been filled with good things — but stressful non-the-less. Trips, events, visitors. And now I’m so behind in everyday life (laundry, shopping, cleaning, bills, errands, gardening–not to mention that dreaded day job), that I still can’t just dive right back into writing.

I’ve discovered over the last week or so, the inability to devote an hour or two of my day (minimum) to my stories, my characters, my writing over the last couple months has really gnawed at my patience level. I’m antsy to get back to it.

I’ve heard many other writers talk about how they get tweaked when they don’t write. Are you that way? What happens to you when you don’t write? How long does it take before you hit that irritation level?

>Cranky

>I’m a bit cranky.

Seems my writing has been shoved down on my priority list for the last 6 weeks.

March my husband was gone all but 4 or 5 days, and I was swamped with everything life throws at you on a daily basis. April has been filled with good things — but stressful non-the-less. Trips, events, visitors. And now I’m so behind in everyday life (laundry, shopping, cleaning, bills, errands, gardening–not to mention that dreaded day job), that I still can’t just dive right back into writing.

I’ve discovered over the last week or so, the inability to devote an hour or two of my day (minimum) to my stories, my characters, my writing over the last couple months has really gnawed at my patience level. I’m antsy to get back to it.

I’ve heard many other writers talk about how they get tweaked when they don’t write. Are you that way? What happens to you when you don’t write? How long does it take before you hit that irritation level?

New Addition To The Family

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No, not a baby (bite your tongue!) — at least not a human baby. And nothing as ordinary as a dog or a cat or even a hampster.

We have a new lamb.

Never would I have believed I’d have spent an entire Saturday at a sheep auction, or found myself at the local feed store buying lamb food — and not just any lamb grain, show lamb grain. And alfapha hay and a halter and muck boots and buckets and…

My oldest is doing FFA this year. I’m a child of the suburbs. The closest I got to farm animals were English riding lessons at a high-end ranch near our home.

I have quite a few reservations about this whole deal. And they only got worse when we got the little guy back to the school farm and he was the only one there. He cries like a new puppy. He also instantly bonded with my daughter. Within an hour, every time she left his pen, he starting crying.

Lambs are pretty darn cute. Why not a pig? I seriously doubt I’d have reservations about selling a pig at the county fair this summer.

Ugh. This will be an experience for all of us.

>New Addition To The Family

>

No, not a baby (bite your tongue!) — at least not a human baby. And nothing as ordinary as a dog or a cat or even a hampster.

We have a new lamb.

Never would I have believed I’d have spent an entire Saturday at a sheep auction, or found myself at the local feed store buying lamb food — and not just any lamb grain, show lamb grain. And alfapha hay and a halter and muck boots and buckets and…

My oldest is doing FFA this year. I’m a child of the suburbs. The closest I got to farm animals were English riding lessons at a high-end ranch near our home.

I have quite a few reservations about this whole deal. And they only got worse when we got the little guy back to the school farm and he was the only one there. He cries like a new puppy. He also instantly bonded with my daughter. Within an hour, every time she left his pen, he starting crying.

Lambs are pretty darn cute. Why not a pig? I seriously doubt I’d have reservations about selling a pig at the county fair this summer.

Ugh. This will be an experience for all of us.

Overload or laziness or …

>Elisabeth posted over at RWKF on overload.

Timely. I’m suffering my own overload. Although, not in writing like she is — just life. Add to that the gorgeous weather we’ve got around here, and I’m coming down with the melt-into-a-chair-and-do-nothing syndrome.

(Of course, it could be the spring fever thing — more light and longer days are kicking my brain chemicals out of whack.)

I’m also suffering from a little cabin fever. Seems that so many families I know have been traveling lately–two went to Hawaii, one is now in Fiji, another going on a Carribean cruise over spring break. Even my husband got to hang in San Diego for a few days searching out hotels for his next convention and now he’s in Washington D.C. I want to go somewhere, too! Waaa!

But those of you who know me, know the lethargy won’t last long. I’m too much type A. Can’t sit still or I go a little nutso.

Can you sit still? I mean, without feeling guilty? Have you been traveling? Planning a trip? Tell me so I can live vicariously…or just dwell in a jealous limbo.

>Overload or laziness or …

>Elisabeth posted over at RWKF on overload.

Timely. I’m suffering my own overload. Although, not in writing like she is — just life. Add to that the gorgeous weather we’ve got around here, and I’m coming down with the melt-into-a-chair-and-do-nothing syndrome.

(Of course, it could be the spring fever thing — more light and longer days are kicking my brain chemicals out of whack.)

I’m also suffering from a little cabin fever. Seems that so many families I know have been traveling lately–two went to Hawaii, one is now in Fiji, another going on a Carribean cruise over spring break. Even my husband got to hang in San Diego for a few days searching out hotels for his next convention and now he’s in Washington D.C. I want to go somewhere, too! Waaa!

But those of you who know me, know the lethargy won’t last long. I’m too much type A. Can’t sit still or I go a little nutso.

Can you sit still? I mean, without feeling guilty? Have you been traveling? Planning a trip? Tell me so I can live vicariously…or just dwell in a jealous limbo.