I can’t seem to find the time or enough desire to post in my blog any more. I want to write but, as always, I don’t have the energy or the aforementioned time. Not with taking three literature classes (Irish/Scottish Lit, The American Novel, and Adolescent Lit– fun stuff), trying to work part-time, and being a full-time parent to my three nephews. Not to mention trying to be an awesome wife. It is all a juggling act to be sure.
I need to write though– so much to write about: all that I have been though these last three years (wow, the number 3 is huge in my life right now– perhaps I should see a numerologist), plus all the stuff I wanted to write about before then. I feel like my energy is on an upswing (of course it is never good or enough) but it always hard to find squeeze some time and attention out of the day for writing. I need to, I need to. If I make a schedule and a promise will I stick to it? Probably not. I am so lazy. I would rather spend my ‘free’ (such as it is) time lying around and reading (so much reading to do), or sleeping– never get enough of that. But I miss writing, I want to get down to business, especially after the praise my professor gave me about my short stories last semester. Maybe I can squeeze some time out sometime, somewhere…maybe if I start small…without many expectations and rules…maybe.