Yikes! I just realized it’s Friday. My Friday. As in I should have written this blog and posted it before now. **sigh**
On average, I manage to publish five novellas a year. That's not because I decided to but because my muse just won't shut up. And then there is all the promoting that goes with being a published author. Social media alone can suck me in for hours on end. Then there’s the blogging and loop chats and release parties. I actually love everything about writing so I don’t mind the time except when it all seems to run together and I feel like I’m not giving it my best. We writers tend to be a very insecure bunch, and I’ll look a manuscript or blog post and wonder if I couldn’t have done it better if I’d just put more time into it! Usually the answer is no. I find that picking a project apart time after time tends to kill it faster than a terrier with a mouse. Still, I wonder.
To round out (and gobble up) any time I might have left, I have four adorable grandkids that love to hang out at my place or go swimming or shopping or to the playground with me. I make it a priority to spend at least one afternoon a week with them while they are still young enough to appreciate the fact that Grandma knows everything. They not only make me feel wise and very loved, spending any amount of time chasing the three toddlers has to count as an aerobic workout so I don’t need to pay for gym time!