I must rant. So if you don’t want to read a rant, you have my permission to click away now.

That’s my disclaimer. You have been warned.

It seems like every time I get ahead, something happens beyond my control and it knocks me back again. And you know what? I’m damned tired of it. The other day, I made huge progress on my WIP (and no I didn’t blog about it becuase I’ve decided that blogging about it jinxes my process. Call me superstitious if you must). Like just over 4000 words progress and it was great and fantastic and it felt good. And I got some awesome feedback on the first three chapters and was just starting to incorporate the changes to fix some glaring character errors so I could move on. And then what happens? I have a sick child and someone else needs something from me and guess what that means? I have to drop everything. I have to sacrifice my writing time.

Now, I know there’s nothing that can be done about a sick kid. He’s sick. I’m not upset about that. It’s my job as a mother to take care of him and I’m happy to drop everything and do it. I love my child. I would walk to the ends of the Earth for him. But I’m sick of everything else that doesn’t matter all that much encroaching on my writing time. I’m not talking about personal time with my family, either. That’s Necessary Relationship Stuff. I’m talking about things that get in the damn way all the time. Things that don’t matter to ME. Selfish? You bet. It’s high time I get selfish.

So this is the year of the dumping. This is the year I’m pawning off all my volunteer duties so that by the end of 2010, I will be FREE. Free to write. Free to concentrate on MY CAREER as a writer. Because it’s MY DAMN CAREER. And the only way I will ever be successful is if I take control of the situation and start using the word “NO”. A lot.

There you have it, folks. I’ve had it. I’ve officially reached my limit and I’m officially burned out. And it’s not even March 1 yet. Sad.

Now I have to go to work so I can pay my mortgage. THAT is a viable excuse for not writing.

Happy Friday.

And PS – I’m sick of winter and SPAM emails. And yes, I’m cranky. 😀

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.