What happens while you’re making other plans

14 07 2014


This year’s conventions recede behind me.  My write up of Readercon is here, for those who are interested.  No photos.  Not much to say.

It’s partly due to exhaustion, I think.  I am an introvert trying to masquerade as an extrovert, and mostly getting away with it, but often not, and always at a price.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy the experience of being with people; it’s just draining.  It makes me want to disappear into the White Mountains with a backpack.

Now things have gotten more complicated.  I’m dealing with a major crisis on the home front, a battle I’ve been fighting for a couple of years now.  I don’t know where I will be when I get dumped out of the shaker, and there’s a remote possibility that somehow it will eventually turn out all right.  But at the moment it looks like I’m losing the battle.

I’ve got all kinds of commitments all over the place, all sorts of odd balls in the air.  That’s the problem with freelancing.  If you’ve got a regular job, you go to work and it’s all there.  Me, I’m in a dozen different places.  I’ve got several websites and organizations that I’m involved with, several different publications that I submit to regularly, many of which don’t overlap in the slightest.  I’ve got two short stories and a novel that have been accepted for publication and I’m waiting on the edits.    And there’s the submissions I haven’t heard back from yet, and I may have to query.  Plus the new leads I ought to follow up.

And suddenly damn near all my energy is getting sucked into trying not to fall off my unicycle as I peddle through the war zone of this domestic meltdown.  So far so good.  Some days I even feel like I’m equal to it all.  No problem.  I can handle this.  Then I lose my balance and start wobbling frantically.

It’s Life, and it’s what happens.  You think you’ve got it all figured out, all the ducks nicely lined up and contingency plans for the stragglers, then a bowling ball rolls through.

Life, damn it.  But it still beats the alternative.




4 responses

14 07 2014

You hit the nail on the head, Mel, again, as always. Green pond, brown rust, a hungry heron, and three more gigs this month – all while working on keeping the genies in bottles and hands on a keyboard.

14 07 2014

Good luck with your gigs. And don’t let yourself get knocked off your unicycle by any bowling balls.

14 07 2014

“It’s a hard rain gonna fall.” I totally hear you.

15 07 2014
Mary Jolles

There are some journeys we take for which there simply is no map. You just do the best you can and hope you guessed right. Sometimes you’re spread so thin that holes appear, but the answer isn’t always to stop spreading yourself around so much, not when you have obligations. But do stop for a minute and breathe deeply. Hang in there, pal!

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