Have you ever watched taffy being made? Some shops have a front window where you can stand and watch as a machine constantly pulls the taffy in several directions at one time.
I’ve felt like that this week. Like I’m back in middle school (Heaven forbid), running back and forth on the gym floor, racing as fast as I can one way, only to screech to a halt, change directions, and race the other way as fast as I can.
Trying to find time to write isn’t always easy, and lately I’ve done a sucky job of it. There’s always something else that needs to be done, between the full-time job, the husband, the children, the dog, the cats, the house and the signing away of my last pint of blood to buy a new house. (Yeah, that cute friend I hooked up with turned out to be The One!)
Y’all ever struggle with this same kind of thing? Any solutions you’d like to share with me?
I’d appreciate any and all ideas!