Have you ever gotten caught up in a whirlwind of activities and then, finally, when the wind stopped and the dust settled, you were left standing there, not sure what to do with yourself without that driving force of chaos propelling you in every direction at breakneck speed? Yeah. That’s kind of where I’m at right now. I’m back from an incredible trip from Michigan, straight back into the chaos of work (which isn’t going anywhere), and into a few days where I might actually have (gasp!) time to write. I know there’s some comments on my last post I want to get to, a potential anthology I want to kickstart, and there’s the whole promoting Bowlful of Bunnies in paperback thing to get to. The apartment is a mess, I still need to do laundry, and my cats are clinging to me like they thought I was gone for a year and was never coming back.
So where the heck do I begin?
And I answer, “Good question, L. Good question,” and decide that the best place to start is simply by admitting I have no idea where to start back in on things. I know I want to start. I feel like I’ve abandoned this poor blog for lack of time and that, despite having written several pages on several projects on the train (I love the train), my writing had suffered, as well. Neither of these are true, but you still get that feeling of guilt, like the feeling coming over me right now as one of my cats looks up at me and plaintively meows for my attention with a soulful look of “but you were gone!” to try to sway me away from the keyboard to pet him. Yes, I was gone, but now I’m back, and there’s plenty of time for pets right now.
Getting back into the swing of my writing can be like that. Take it easy, ease into it, do what you can. Most of all, don’t feel guilty when I head into work later this afternoon and think, “Crap, I didn’t get this, that, or the other thing done and I won’t have time for it tomorrow, either…” Because I’ll have time for it eventually. I’ll get to all that eventually. I might even get to it sooner rather than later.
I’m really glad to be back into the swing of things, even if I don’t quite have the rhythm back yet.