*Written by Shelly Arkon*
When I tell others I’m a writer, I sometimes get responses like “Oh, you mean you’re unemployed” or “You play on the computer all day.” If they only knew how hectic my life really is.
I’m one of those writers who has a job. A forty hour week full of hair cuttery with flexible hours. Of course those hours are only advantageous to the employer. I work when they determine. My hours are never the same and are apt to change daily without notice.
I also have a husband who doesn’t cook for himself. Nor does he do the kitchen clean-up, or the majority of the housework. For the most part, he’s pretty helpless and requires other kinds of attention. Yeah. I have to do that, too.
And then, there are the dogs, Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball. If SPAL doesn’t make it outside to do his business, he uses the tile in the masterbath. This means walking him ALOT. If HB doesn’t get to play fetch, he chews holes in the carpet and barks way too much for my nerves to bare. Plus, they can’t feed themselves or pour themselves something to drink. Guess who caters to them.
Oh, and can’t forget my daughters. I’ve got five. The oldest being twenty-six and the youngest being sixteen. The full moon hovers over our house daily. Rain or shine. Night or day. It doesn’t matter. There’s always some crisis happening in one of their lives.
And, I’ve got grandbabies to visit, too.
Not to mention, I attend a critique group. There’s always someone’s manuscript in need of reading and editing.
And of course, there are my WIPs, blog writing, reading other blogs, novel reading, and book reviews to write. Gee, am I leaving anything out?
OMG. I do believe I wore myself out just by writing about the little increments of my life. The heart palpitations are coming on. Anxiety has arrived. The room is spinning around me. My hands went clammy.
You see, I’m one of those peeps who needs a written schedule to follow. If I don’t, I get overwhelmed and make myself nuts. That’s when I end up on the couch flipping through channels ignoring my writing committments.
When I write things down and allot certain time limits to each task, my head cools down. My day goes much easier and I get to keep every strand of hair on my head.
So are you a scheduler or total chaotic maniac?
*Shelly was unable to access the WMD blog, so she went through my wordpress path*