I’m just not going about this the right way. I hardly have time to keep the dishes from piling up, the laundry washed and folded, the cat litter cleaned… and as my chunky monkey gets closer to crawling I’m becoming more paranoid of cleaning things I’ve never cleaned before or didn’t even know had to be cleaned. (It’s amazing what you see when you get down to a 3.5mo’s level.)
I’m also finding myself drawn into the realm of cloth diapers as an obsession. After repeated blow outs and seemingly perpetual diaper rash I decided to make the switch. It’s amazing to be able to pick out different colors and patterns instead of just the same plain diapers. A little extra laundry in lieu of filling a landfill, not to mention the savings in $$ are also major factors.
So once again I’m pressing the hold button on the novels. :s To be honest I wonder if I’ll ever have the time and brain power to produce much more than a riddled manuscript but I’m also not terribly upset (since I’ll be putting my DD first).
Recently I read a (subscribed) letter from Holly Lisle regarding this very issue; if your heart isn’t in it, don’t do it. I can finally come to terms with this reality. Besides all the “good ideas” I’ve held onto in endless binders and journals are just clustering my closet and my mind. If it truly is a “great idea” I will remember it. So at some point when I do have time (preferably not at 2am which at the moment feels like my only me time) I will declutter.
(And that may or may not include this blog since I can’t seem to maintain a semblance of regularity.)
At the same time, the clogs ever-turning in the back of my mind are working on a concept of children’s stories… something I can share with DD or my nephews in the future. Hmmm…
