You know what would be really nice? If the world could just stop when we’re about to put a new book out, so that we can get everything done nice and neat and on schedule. Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Unfortunately, that’s not at all how the world works, and it’s going to be when you want that time stop to happen the most that all your shit is going to go completely cray-cray. I have a book coming out in a month. A month. Which seemed like forever not too long ago, but now, with everything going on, it’s so not nearly long enough.
When it rains, it pours. We all know the expression and can probably relate to it more than we’d like to admit. However, I’m really hoping the funk I’ve been in was just due to a perfect storm of events. I was scheduled four back-to-back closing shifts all weekend (tonight’s is the last, and then three glorious days off), which kind of defeated the purpose of going to part time and avoid working all the time. There was also going out Saturday night, not feeling well due to womanly things, and, the cherry on the top of this stress-me-out sundae, my boyfriend and I are having a hell of a time trying to find an apartment and I’m freaking out that we might not find one by the time I’m gently booted out of my current one (if anyone just so happens to know of a cheap place in Western Chicagoland, please hit me up!).
All this going on, and I’m way behind on my edits, I’m stressing out about the cost of this whole thing, and I’m getting that awful doubt that I’m making a huge mistake. I’m not; I know this. When I have the time to write, I know that I’m finally doing what’s right for me in my life This is just a minor hiccup. It will be solved, I’ll get on with my life, and then I’ll be an author with two books out, a third on the way, an anthology in the works. The struggles probably aren’t going to go away any time soon, but somehow, as always, I’ll make it. Because when you’re doing what’s right for you, it may not be easy, but it always works out in the end.
Seriously, though, life. That’s enough. I think you owe it to me a little bit to have these next three days go really, really, really well.