On any given day, I wear at least two hats: wife, mother. On most days, however, there are quite a few more: lawyer, writer, cook, bookkeeper, chauffeur. I don’t have quite as many hats as Dr. Seuss' Bartholomew Cubbins, but some days it feels that way.
What, you may ask, is the point of this recitation? I realized as I was on my way back from a Cub Scout campout that I had to post something today, but I hadn’t written anything yet. This is what came to me, fueled by too little sleep, a layer of grime, very weak tea and some stale donuts. While I was driving home, I was reflecting on what it was I had been doing to get so little writing done this week, and when I started to catalog everything, it’s astonishing that I actually managed to sleep. Oh wait, I didn’t.
In order to make some time for myself and my WIP, I am keeping this post short. So tell me: What kinds of hats do you wear? How do you make time for all the things in your busy life? How do you make time to write?
Until next time, when it is hoped that I will have a bit more in the tank,