I'm afraid that I won't ever finish the novel that I'm working on. Currently I have about 10,000 words. This morning I was going to join Tina's Practice Room and write for an hour, but my son wouldn't stop screaming and then my daughter came down and wanted breakfast, and then they both screamed, and then I had to clean up because my son dumped his cereal all over the kitchen floor, there were clumps of dog hair all over the living room, I had papers lying everywhere waiting to be filed...and I wrote one paragraph. ONE. I'm hoping that I'll have an opportunity to write more tonight, but the thing is...life gets in the way.
For example, you can barely walk in my hallway upstairs because of the amount of dirty laundry just sitting there waiting to be washed. My room is a disaster zone. My dog rolls in the mulch outside and then brings pieces of mulch inside, and they're scattered everywhere...seriously, I need to hire a cleaning service to clean this wreck of a house.
WARNING: *RHETORICAL QUESTIONS FOLLOW*
How do you guys do it? How the crap am I going to finish this book (and not just finish it, but do a good job on it) when there are so many other things in my life that are competing with my writing?What if I finish this sucker and then it never gets published? What if I only ever dream about writing? What if I get hit by a Fedex truck tomorrow and I never live to get published anyway? AGH! I feel like the whole world is out to stop me from writing this book. Yes, I'm being overly dramatic. But I'm a writer, remember?
I'm feeling depressed about this. A little. Enough to write this post. Not enough to eat a whole gallon of ice cream or anything...well. I don't know about that.
Anyway, thanks for being a virtual ear.
I'll whine at you guys later.