Roll with the punches
To cope with and withstand adversity, especially by being flexible.
True to form, I was unrealistic to think I would be back on track within a week. No such luck. I find myself searching daily for a new job, hoping to find something fast because this single, older woman needs a paycheck to survive. With time on my hands, you would think this would be the perfect time to get some writing done. It would be, if I could manage to focus long enough on writing. Unfortunately, my head isn’t in a good place, and to write anything at all, it seems to be a requirement.
I’m hoping I find something soon, however, because I still want to get my novella published in December, and my third Kindred novel is set to be released next Spring. But, that takes money. Money to pay for cover artists and editors. Right now, those things have to take a back seat to rent, groceries, and bills. Such is life. No one ever said it was fair. I’m not complaining, either. I take full responsibility for my actions, and am trying to remedy my situation.
I watch my newsfeed on Facebook, and realize that on life’s path, I have simply stumbled. I haven’t committed suicide. I have my health. I’m not homeless. I have family and friends. I could mention a couple of other things, but I’m not here to ruffle feathers. Seems I’ve already done enough damage in that department. I’m strong-willed and stubborn, I will get through this, one way or the other.
And, I will get my head out of my arse, and start writing again. I’ve discovered something about myself in the last year and a half. Now that I’ve started writing, I need to write. It’s become an integral part of me. Which reminds me, I have a novella that needs to be finished before I worry about cover art and editing.
Until next week,