Good morning, Readers!
My! My! Weebly has switched things up this morning. There are a bunch of cool new features for their blogging function, including the ability to schedule posts (finally. The lack of ability to do so was the only complaint I had about the system). Neat!
That's not what today's post is about. Today's post is about being too busy to breathe. I do this to myself, of course. And, if I'm going to be completely honest, I rather like being busy. It keeps me from boredom, and I always feel more productive and thus more satisfied when I'm so busy I can't think.
There are a bunch of things that I need to get done. Today, for example, I must do my Welsh lessons, write the eNewsletter that is going out tomorrow morning (which includes writing a section of story), try and get my 3 000 words down (I've been failing that, by the way, averaging just under 1 000 a day), start reading Calculating God by Robert Sawyer (as we'll be recording that book for the special filming of Nights at the Round Table at Can-Con this year) and make notes, and I have to arrange set up and tear down for Can-Con this weekend.
All this in between work, kung fu, kickboxing, weights and dance lessons (yes, dance lessons) while finding time to eat and sleep.
Normally I have the weekends to calm down and unwind a bit, but Can-Con is this weekend, and I'm incredibly busy during that too.
I'm going a little insane.
This is not a complaint, though I do have to caution you that if I speak words and they make absolutely no sense whatever, or if you ask me a question and I stare at you with a glazed expression, it's because I am flustered and exhausted. Please be patient with me this week... and next. I'll need next week to recover!
Right, onto Welsh lessons now!
Ciao!
My! My! Weebly has switched things up this morning. There are a bunch of cool new features for their blogging function, including the ability to schedule posts (finally. The lack of ability to do so was the only complaint I had about the system). Neat!
That's not what today's post is about. Today's post is about being too busy to breathe. I do this to myself, of course. And, if I'm going to be completely honest, I rather like being busy. It keeps me from boredom, and I always feel more productive and thus more satisfied when I'm so busy I can't think.
There are a bunch of things that I need to get done. Today, for example, I must do my Welsh lessons, write the eNewsletter that is going out tomorrow morning (which includes writing a section of story), try and get my 3 000 words down (I've been failing that, by the way, averaging just under 1 000 a day), start reading Calculating God by Robert Sawyer (as we'll be recording that book for the special filming of Nights at the Round Table at Can-Con this year) and make notes, and I have to arrange set up and tear down for Can-Con this weekend.
All this in between work, kung fu, kickboxing, weights and dance lessons (yes, dance lessons) while finding time to eat and sleep.
Normally I have the weekends to calm down and unwind a bit, but Can-Con is this weekend, and I'm incredibly busy during that too.
I'm going a little insane.
This is not a complaint, though I do have to caution you that if I speak words and they make absolutely no sense whatever, or if you ask me a question and I stare at you with a glazed expression, it's because I am flustered and exhausted. Please be patient with me this week... and next. I'll need next week to recover!
Right, onto Welsh lessons now!
Ciao!
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