I had rare day off from work yesterday, so I spent a good portion of my three-day weekend retrenching and re-evaluating. Instead of blogging, I worked on home projects, visited with friends, and wrote, of course.
Unfortunately, there was a major hiccup in my schedule, which meant that the time I set aside to write suddenly disappeared. Drat!
On the bright side, I have a draft of a poem--a pantoum! For those who don't know, a pantoum is a series of four-line stanzas; the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next stanza. My BP oil spill poem works well in this form. I'm not posting it because I want to submit it somewhere. Still needs a lot of work, but it feels good to finish a draft.
For my second manuscript, I have given myself a deadline of July 10 to have it in better working order. With the inclusion of the Misery Islands poem, my long poem, the manuscript should be ready for a first review by someone other than me.
When different parts of my life are out of sync, the balance I seek to achieve quickly goes out the window. I was bemoaning this fact with my BFF Kristi yesterday over the phone. Heaven forbid my home, work, AND writing life are off kilter at the same time. It's bad enough if one of those aspects are unbalanced, but if two of them are out of whack, talk about a disaster!
Does that ever happen to you?