Okay, okay. I'm getting there. GEEZ!
Here it is. I have no clue what I'm doing anymore and I'm overwhelmed. Drowning doesn't cover it. Not even close.
There, happy now?
My workdays are starting to hit 9 and sometimes 10 hours a day. Of course, mommy and wifey time takes up most of the remaining hours. And then there's reading.
What's left is for writing. I mean, I am a writer after all. I'm published and everything.
But, that means less promotion time for those published babies of mine, and less time for the more fun side of talking up fellow author's books I read. (There are so many SFR and SF books I've read lately that I want to shout out to you all about on my FB fan page.)
And my geek fests! Oh, how I've missed my geek outs! There's a list a mile long with topics and science "stuff" I want to check out, look into and blog about to get your opinions.
I've made sure not to impact my family/friend time. I've done this by dedicating those peak hours to them, which means my work day splits, 7 or 8 am to 5 pm and then 8 pm to 9 or 10 pm. That there, folks, is the me time I've sacrificed, and it is time I took some of it back.
I have a plan...
(Boy, isn't that usually the thing people say before absolute disaster befalls them?)
Whatever, I'll risk it. I have a plan. It is time reclaim some of it and pull back on the work hours I've been slating.
I mean, what achievements will I be most proud of when I'm 80, after all? Will it be the hours of personal and family time I gave up on projects quickly forgotten as the next five pop up? Will those lost hours make me most proud when I look back on my life?
Or will it be the stories I wrote, characters I created and mental space journeys I took? Or the other authors and great books I read and promoted? How about the science I learned and discussed with friends?
I think those things will make for better geriatric memories, if I don't come down with Alzheimer, that is. So my plan is simple:
Workday ends at end of work day. 8 pm to 10 or 11 (or even midnight on) is my time. The time for me, my characters, and my fellow writers. The time for my science and technology wandering and musing.That is my call to action.
For my moonlighting gig as a writer. As author A. R. Norris, aka the SF geek and former marching band tuba player.
(Heehee. Betcha never read a call to action that included "former marching band tuba player" in it, have ya?)