I don't know about you, but lately it seems (even more so) that there is less time in the day. Nothing in my schedule has changed; I'm still working the same amount of hours and yet I am getting less and less done. How is that possible?
I have not written here like I have wanted to. I have three books in various stages that I have not touched/written/edited as they need. I am getting ready to submit SOMETHING (I still don't know what) to Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award and to top it off, this stupid diet that I started this week is starting to make me a little crazy. I'm halfway through this 7-day "jump start" and to be honest, I cheated a little last night. I had three teaspoons of mac & cheese. I'm so ashamed!
So where's all my time going? Is the stress of life really eating away at me that much? Am I just so tired from the stress that I'm not staying awake as much because I just want the days to end? I don't know. All I do know is that I am ready for another writing retreat/escape.
I just wish it could be someplace tropical...