Last month I publish four blog posts. Hard to believe I eeked out but four. I did scribble a bunch in ye olde blasted novel, worked a tiny bit on a short story and on a poem. My writing has slowed so much I wonder if I still do it. It has happened before, I go through periods. I do have an idea why I have been silent though.
I work, a lot. Twelve out of the past 16 weeks, I have done 60 hrs. The other four I worked 45-48 in four days, took a vacation day and went on an adventure with the family that included a day spent at the farm. Twenty six out of the thirty one days in Ocotober were spent on call. In short, I am tired beyond belief.
I was super excited, I got the weekend off and not on call. I could finish several posts still stuck in draft form, do some more on the assorted projects. In short, start playing catch up. It is Sunday afternoon and I sort of feel like I have a tad bit of energy.
Sadly, I have a post sitting here that is my whining about being over worked. Stupid on my part, for I am grateful for a job, grateful for all I have. But like most people, I crave what I do not have.
Time.
The plus side is I spent the weekend with the family, did a couple things around the house. Instead of bemoaning what I have not finished, I decided to embrace what I have accomplished. I got family time, which is great. I also got a minute to just ramble in the blog. Thats great too.
So, nothing so obvious as a hoard of writing filling the blog or elesewhere to report. The funny sheeple travel stories are still not completely finished. Poems and fiction still not fully formed. I have worked, I have slept. This weekend I played and hung out with the family. It is enough.
Stay tuned.
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