Every single thing I can think to write sounds like whining. And nobody wants to read whining any more than they want to hear whining.
Still, I feel compelled to say I’m not visiting other blogs these days and I’ve barely written anything in the last few weeks.
Adding two classes to my schedule may not have been the best decision, but the bills will be paid, and that is always a good thing. I don’t want to be yet another wannabe writer waylaid by bills, housework, and, you know, everything else, but…nobody gets to swim against the tide forever.
Of course, maybe the tide is just a bad mood. Maybe a good mood will come in and lift all spirits.
The condition of our apartment is driving me crazy. The dust, the clutter, the endless chores, the small garden I let die, the messages I haven’t responded to… And two weeks into the semester and I’m behind on prepping for classes and for grading student work… At least I’m keeping up with the kid. For the most part. I set up an Etsy shop–haven’t made much of anything lately though. Supposed to have a show in January…no clue what to do for that.
But I’m whining even though I don’t want to. So. I’m going to get some sleep like a sensible person, and maybe dream like a sensible person too.