Since I’ve started getting well, I’ve been buried. So many things have been neglected over the past few months, so much left undone, so very much to do, and each day adds another bucket of sand. One of the things that has taken a backseat is this blog. Funny how often I used to gripe about waking up at four. Now I realize how much I got done in those wee hours of the morning. My blog posts, networking, advertising. These days I tend to sleep to seven–three hours lost. Three productive hours!
I blame it on my med schedule. I’m supposed to hook up my IV at 7 a.m., 3 p.m., and 11 p.m. Folks who know me know I’m not a late-night girl, and 11 p.m. is late for me. I can’t stay awake that long, so I sleep, usually from eight or nine until eleven, wake up, hook up, and try to stay awake until the bottle is empty around 12:30. Sometimes I do an excellent job of staying awake, to the point that I can’t fall asleep again until around two–hence the current willingness to sleep until seven (or later, if I didn’t remember to turn on my alarm the night before). More often than not, I wake up tired.
So, lost are my early morning hours. By the time I wake up, MSB is ready to wake up too, and most of my morning is spent with him–not that I’m complaining, but I don’t usually get anything done, especially not anything on the computer. We have lunch around eleven, he takes his before-work nap, and for an hour and a half, two if I’m lucky, I have uninterrupted work time.
Sometimes, those are the only hours I get.
By the time he leaves at two, I’m tired. I tire so easily these days–and I hate that about being sick. Well, I hate being sick in general, but I especially hate that. Is no one listening to me? I have too much to do to be sick and tired!!! My house is a disaster zone, my closets need to be cleaned out, things from Mom’s house need to be put up or trashed (she still sees my house as her storage unit. How did that happen?–and how do I make it stop?). I can’t look at any room in the house without seeing days’ worth of work that I just don’t want to do.
But I’m not much better on the computer either. I still have two unfinished manuscripts that I haven’t picked up since fall of last year, not to mention the one I’m co-writing with a friend. I’ve been good about doing my editing jobs–for which the clients are grateful–but I need to get back to my own work.
I did better last week. I rewrote the synopsis for The Cat Lady’s Secret with the intent of having my agent send it out again (we’d pulled it off the circuit until I got well enough to work, in case it got accepted somewhere). I still need to rewrite the query letter, backcover blurb, and sell sheet—
—and I need to mop the kitchen floor, dust the furniture, clean the bathrooms, empty my closet of clothes that are too big for me now, get the cat fur off the couches, dust the spiderwebs off the walls . . .
Just dump on another bucket of sand.