Things have been more scrunched for time for me lately. Life does that. Sends you way too many things at the same time to see if you survive. I have, but I’m really ready for life to slow down a bit. I feel like I’ve been juggling too many balls and I barely got through without them all crashing down.
I’m not looking for sympathy, because I’ve worked through most of it, but my sister died, and then my other sister had to endure three surgeries really close together, and my cousin–who lived with Patty and now will live with Mary–has all kinds of health issues, and Mary couldn’t lift more than twenty pounds. You’d be surprised how much that limits you. None of it’s been horrible, but it’s all been trying.
Mary, with HH and my help, has been trying to empty Patty’s house to sell, and Jenny fell three times so that I had to spend the night sleeping in a recliner to keep an eye on her. My sister Mary has done much, much more, so I’m only backup. But it’s been rough. On top of that, I’ve been writing and editing, and living my life. I’ve had writing meetings at my house. Because of Covid, we can’t meet in our usual room. And I’ve been cooking for HH and me and sending leftovers to my sister (she hates to cook), and cooking for Scribes (because I love them) and cooking for kids whenever they come up to see us.
And I’ve loved all the good things. Survived the bad things. But I’m SO grateful it looks like we’re going to have a few weeks of down time. I’m really ready for days with no pressure. And I feel like a wimp, because Mary still has crap to deal with it, but I can’t help her with it. I’m not power of attorney, so it’s all on her. And I feel bad for her, but I have to admit, it’s going to be nice that I can’t do anything for a while, except send leftovers to her and my cousin. Which they love and appreciate, and that even makes me feel tacky, because the leftovers are no big deal.
BUT, I think I’m going to have time to start plot points for my next Jazzi book (#7). AND I got an idea for a new series–which I have no idea how I’ll find time to write, but the idea won’t go away. SO, I’m going to plot out both books because I finally can write, then stop, then write again, until I figure out what I want to do. And I’m not going to be rushed. And that’s wonderful. So I’m going to give both books time to unravel themselves and come to life for me. And I’m grateful.
Hope you’re writing, too. May the Muse smile on you:)