Monday, December 3, 2012
Careful what you wish for!
Have felt like I have been pulled in seven different directions the last few weeks. So much to do, half of which is my own making - I wished I could be a writer.
So, three weeks ago I enrolled in an online writing course through UWA Extension. It was a six week course with 12 lessons. Each lesson has about 5 chapters, each with a number of writing exercises. Plus a quiz and an assignment, and lots of extra reading. You post your assignment onto an online discussion board for critique by fellow class members and the lecturer. You are also expected to read and comment on your fellow class mates work.
Love every single minute of it, but it sure takes a lot of my time. Add to this, a few all day writing workshops, that annoying habit, called a full time job, housework, gardening, Christmas looming, and it all makes me a very busy girl.
My dear blog, the thing that has saved my slipping sanity, gets the cold shoulder. I don't mean to, and yes, it makes me feel very guilty.
On top of all this, I have some kind of sinus infection. Its been with me for weeks now. I thought it was just hay fever set off by the easterlies. Some days are better than others, the worst days make it so hard to think I need a Bex and a good lie down. Actually, the drug I am taking that has stamped on the box in bold 'Non-Drowsey' makes me so sleepy its like I have taken a sleeping tablet.
I wished I could be a writer and write all day. Now I know I need to change the wish to, I wish I could do nothing else but write. Geez, why cant magic genies who grant you wishes use a bit of common sense? When I wished I could be a writer, they could have made the assumption that I couldn't do it all and cut out the non-writing things in my life.