I’m going to get right to the point: I can’t do everything. No matter how much I want or how many times I try, it’s not gonna happen. Period.
It’s taken me a long time to figure this one out. To be honest, I’m not sure I even have because I keep biting off more than I can chew. I need to age up my main character in my completed manuscript (which I’m almost done with, btw), work on my WIP (work in progress), write on my blog, keep up to date with my Twitter friends, critique other writers’ works (I currently have two at the moment). And that’s just the writing related stuff.
It’s enough to make me feel like I’m drowning because, well, I am. There are not enough hours in the day, and it sets my anxiety off bigtime. I have no choice but to prioritize. Sacrifice. I took a break from blogging last week, and I was surprisingly okay with that. I do want to get back in the habit, though, because it’s a super easy slope to fall down.
And then there’s Twitter. Ah, the double-edged sword. On one hand it’s a great way to connect with fellow writers and both give and receive support. But keeping up with everyone’s feeds has become a fulltime job for me. There are so many people I love talking with and responding to, but I literally won’t get anything else done. I’ve had to compromise with myself and allow certain “catch-up” times. I won’t get to everybody every day, and I’m going to have to be okay with that (and hope they are, too).
Everything else, well, it’s figuring out what’s most pressing. I submitted to #RevPit on Saturday, and want my main character fully aged up by tomorrow (doable). After that, it’s the critiques—I told my friends I would do them after my #RevPit stuff is done. Then it’s a synopsis for my WIP for a contest due at the end of the month. After that…well, I’d like to make some hardcore headway on my WIP with a few queries mixed in.
I won’t lie, even breaking it down into smaller chunks like this gives me anxiety. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my head above water. But then again, maybe that’s the point. Instead of stressing over my continuously filling plate, maybe I should celebrate the fact that there is always something on it. Embrace the chaos rather than run from it.
It sounds radical, I know, but then again, I do tend to jive toward the unconventional (I’m still trying to convince Thomas to let me do a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving—he likes my turkey too much…one of these days, I’m going to purposely burn it 😉). But maybe instead of fighting to come up for air all the time, I should learn how to breathe underwater. That just sounds scary. But what better way to be bold? Afterall, I’m a fighter, and I won’t let that anxiety win.
‘Til next time!