No, that's not a photo of myself, but it's what I feel like lately.
About three weeks ago, I took on a temporary job. I did it mainly for the money, to pay for my son's film camp this summer (a very cool but expensive Christian film camp). So, two or three days per week, I, along with a team of about 8 other people, work in a warehouse, repricing items that were priced wrong initially by the company. It's monotonous. It's pretty boring. It's physically tiring. But honestly? I love it. I love it because as a freelancer who works from home, my mind is constantly working overtime. It's nice to be able to give the creative side of my brain a rest, if only for a couple days a week. And it's doing my body good, too. Standing and moving my entire arms burns a few more calories than sitting and wiggling my fingers over a keyboard.
However, as expected, my fiction writing has suffered. At the moment, I refer to my life as temporary insanity. Spring is crazy enough as it is, with the end-of-school activities, planning a neighborhood garage sale, and one wedding and 13 family and friends' birthdays to celebrate (plus Easter and Mother's Day). Throwing an extra job into the mix has been a challenge. I get my freelancing done, but add words to my WIP? Not so much.
I hold onto the fact that there will come a time when I'll be able to focus more on my fiction again. For now, I'm doing what I have to do. And praying. A lot. Is there really anything else I can do?
What about you? Are you finding time to write lately?