My father died earlier this year and I've been staying with my mother, but I've got my own place now and I'm moving stuff, mostly books.
Hope to see a difference in my writing output. Caretaking is exhaustive. But I'll have a more balanced schedule and more energy come next week.
Have lots (way too many) unfinished literary projects. Need to clear that up.
Excited 'cause it's all deja vu-ish. The times I was most productive-- writing daily and for hours on end was when I was an instructor before and I wasn't sweating finances and when there was the time for me to be able to stay at the computer lab ('cause at home I just piddle around and find ways to procrastinate) until the twelfth of never. I live close to the university and there's a 24-hour lab so I can go early or stay really late or whatever. When I was working at Vanderbilt, I'd do that 'cause I'm a late-night person and I got some things done.
But no writing tonight. No submissions 'cause I'm in the midst of moving.