Lately it seems like I can't keep my head above water. May is an incredibly busy month for my entire family. Between writing responsibilities, my son's graduation from HS, Mother's Day events, social obligations and the millions of other things I have to do, I feel like I'm racing in circles on a treadmill. When a good friend called yesterday to ask if she could take me to lunch for my birthday next week, I was speechless (which is not a common condition for me). I'm not sure if my birthday slipped my mind or if I'm now blocking the messages saying "You're growing older."
In the last few weeks, my husband started a second job. He's finally past the training phase and keeps assuring me the hours will ease off to a more reasonable level now. The thing is, our time together has dwindled to next to nothing. So my fun time has also dwindled. Not that I don't have fun with friends and the kids, I do. But my time with my DH charges my batteries and when that time is short, it takes a toll on both of us. I must say though, my WIP is moving along very quickly. My creative energies are all being poured into writing. So maybe there is something to that tortured artist thing. And at least, I know it's temporary. So in the meanwhile, I'll try to keep tapping into my temporarily tortured soul.