It’s officially autumn ‘downunder’ and Pekoe-the-cat’s coat is thickening up. There’s a hint of crisp mornings and some autumnal colours peeking into the leaves. I love March and it’s stable time of year.
I’m glad February is over as it was rather frantic.
I had one of those months where domestic life and work life clashed big time. I had a book due by Feb 29th. It’s a women’s fiction novel, a big sucker, and it features 4 generations of women. I had timelines, charts, 5 storylines and personally, thought it was enough just to try and keep track of all that but life had other plans.
I am the president of the school sailing club and we do a presentation dinner every year. I was on committee last year but I was CLUELESS as to the work involved as president. Even delegating the raffle, the table decorations and prizes, I have chased guest speakers, wrestled with AV people, torn my hair out at the logistics and now I find myself doing table seatings for 90! I tell you, it’s like a wedding! So I was writing a book and trying to be creative and organising the dinner.
I was also battling with Air B&B about a booking in New York City in November. It should have been simple but nothing is ever simple when there is a 17 hour time difference, two different currencies and possibly a language barrier. Somehow, with goodwill on both sides and some help from Air B&B we managed to sort it out but it took 9 days and when there is money at stake, it’s a little stressful. And I was writing a book, trying to be creative and wondering if I had just lost $1500.
Oh, and I was judging nine books for a competition. Every evening was “gotta read, gotta read, gotta read.” Ain’t that relaxing
And then there is just the regular stuff of being a mum, a daughter, a sister …. Seriously, I was lucky to know my own name.
I found myself dreaming of a garrett. Of people being in awe of ‘the writer’ and backing away to give me creative space. Yeah, I know. You’re cluctching your belly and laughing so hard. But you know what? I reckon, if I was a bloke, I would have been afforded some creative space to finish the damn book! I got it done, but my body is rigid and I’m living on Tums. And how would I have got that book finished the book with my sanity in tact? I would have HAD A WIFE.
I recommend this book, The Wife Drought. It doesn’t say anything that I haven’t muttered over the years but it DOES give the stats and the studies to validate that my gut feeling is the reality.
So how do you manage any deadline dilemmas in your life? Do you let everything fall over and go hang in the cave or do you try and juggle the balls? Or?