Everyone needs an arch-nemesis, right? Superman had Lex Luthor. Dorothy went up against the Wicked Witch of the West. And we all know about Harry and He Who Shall Not Be Named.
Time is now my enemy.
At least fifty times a day I give the clock the old squinty-eyed stare. Every night I’m fudging bedtime a little, which does not play out well when my chorus of morning alarms attempts to roust me from my beloved bed. After a good ten hours dedicated to the day job, I rush home, sprint to the gym, scarf down my dinner, and land in my chair with a huff.
There are only so many waking hours in a day, and I’m doing my damndest to utilize every one of them. I have a new release, so I need to promo. Add in some copy edits on the June release. And I can’t forget about the blogs I need to write and updating my social media sites…Oh, and travel planning for conferences. Did I mention that I’m working on a new series? I need to get around to that whole book writing thing too….
You see, that’s my problem. I feel guilty when I take an extra-long bubble bath or while away an evening with the television or a book. Last Friday I went to the movies with some friends, but you can bet your bippy I spent the entire car ride there figuring out a way to ‘make up for it’ on Saturday. Guilt is second nature for me. I have been ruled by it all my life, but that doesn’t make it easier to handle.
Still, I’m not exactly sure why I feel this way. I’m not under the gun of an impending deadline. At least, not one imposed by a publisher. I can blame part of it on the plot bunnies I mentioned last month. There isn’t a writer out there who hasn’t experienced a bout of too-many-stories-not-enough-time syndrome.
My publishers have given me deadlines, but they’re a lot more reasonable than the deadlines I set for myself. I can’t help it. Most every article I read these days touts the same message to writer: be prolific.
Okay, got it. I can do that. As long as I don’t do the bill paying, laundry folding, grocery shopping or that sleeping thing…Hey, did you guys see that handsome man sleeping in my bed? He looks vaguely familiar. Wait! I know where I’ve seen him before…I think. It was either in a comic book or my wedding album. One or the other. I’ll look him up later….