When life gets the better of you
I usually do a post on Monday mornings. Actually, I usually get the post ready on Saturday evening after a day spent building the house my husband and I have been working on for just over a year. I pick a topic, write it out, format the sucker and add photos to get it all nice and pretty working. On a rough work weekend, that usually happens by Sunday night at the latest.
Well, not this weekend.
It is now Monday evening and here I am writing this post. I’m actually surprised I’m writing one at all, but I had to turn on my laptop to update Born of Water over on Wattpad. Hmmm…maybe this post should be about my promo efforts on Wattpad and how very cool I think that site is. Nah, I’m too tired to hit delete so I’ll talk about that later. This is a post on life getting the better of me.
I sort of knew that was bound to happen. Life getting crazy busy, that is. Things were going along just too well for something not to have a hiccup. I had story ideas flowing faster than I could write them, the house was progressing, work was finally calming down. Then we got an offer on the yurt where my husband and I have been living the last three years and suddenly our weekend house building project was given a deadline. By the end of August, we need to be out of the yurt and in the house.
It isn’t an impossible goal. Actually, it is a more a matter of how comfortable we’d like to be when we move in. The bedroom is done (enough – there is the matter of a built-in bookcase that only exists in my head and will fill an open stud wall that looms like a wooden skeleton left out of place in comfy quarters). And the bathroom is JUST about functional. The kitchen stove also works. Really, what else do we need, right? Well, I’d like to be beyond drywall dust in every nook and cranny. This is really a race for comfort (and sanity). It now fills my every functional moment.
I do mean functional. After a weekend of hanging sheet rock and mudding, I feel like my old jeep wrangler – a four cylinder that can only make it up the big hills by downshifting and coaxing the old girl. I usually feel like a fully charged V12 sportster (on VERY good days there may be some nitrous mixed in there too!). I feel like posting a sticky note on my forehead that reads “1/3 of brain is currently down for maintenance. Please try your request at a later time.” I was too tired to write it though!
Needless to say, I’m not writing much. Not fantasy and not blogs. Not even post it notes, apparently! I know this work inspired exhaustion is temporary (and self inflicted). It will pass. In some ways, it is even enjoyable. To watch the house come together, to imagine having it done and sitting on the porch writing…I’d purr if I could make it sound like something other than snoring at the moment. 😀
So, I may be absent (presence or minded, potentially both) over the next month. I’ll try to drop in when I can. I do have ideas on things I want to post! For now, I can only offer photos of a house in the woods…