But I feel like I’m juggling a hundred balls in the air and only just managing to catch them. Woops, there goes one.
There’s the writing — a new book, completely new, lots of research. It’s an alternative history set in Australia. Don’t want to say anything more about it but it excites me and that makes me glad to wake up in the morning.
But there are so many other things in my life …
There’s my family. I love them madly. Want to do the best by them. I just wish I had all the answers. Sometimes you have to let people go and do things, for them to find out if it works.
There’s work — a new job. I’m getting the hang of it now, enjoying the challenge, enjoying the other lecturers, enjoying the students. (and enjoying the regular money!).
There’s volunteer work — I’m setting up a national workshop for developing writers, for Romance Writers of Australia. I love the challenge and the people I’m working with are great.
Then there’s the unexpected. A drunk ran into the back of my daughter’s car. She wasn’t hurt, but it meant sorting out insurance. The car got written off. Now we have to help her get a new car.
All of these things get in the way of the pure joy of writing. The photo I chose for this post reminds me of being a child and having the time to simply look at things and see how remarkable they are. There was an empty block of long grass on the way home from school. I was always looking for magic in the real world. I used to think the way that grass looked in the sun was magical. Now, I have to stop and make myself notice things.
I tell myself, this is just a high traffic time of life. In the next couple of years half of my six children will move out. One day it will just be my husband and I, pottering around.
Until that day, keep juggling …
Is anyone else feeling as if they’d like the world to slow down?