My Eyes Are Bigger Than...

It's been pretty hectic. I've moved out of my house to my first apartment where I am taking care of my grandmother who has dementia. I now work full time, and go to classes at night. On nights like tonight I just want to breathe but there is just so much going on that it's hard for me to find time to inhale.  It's amazing how the responsibilities keep piling up....

On a happy note my manuscript draft took off!. About two weeks ago I made some really great progress. Now I'm back to brainstorming the next chunk of it. Also trying to fight new ideas for new novels and keep them at bay long enough to get this one finished. I know the moment I sit down to write any bit of my new ones I'll get distracted from the half project in front of me. I'm a classic "eyes are bigger than my stomach" kinda girl. I just keep piling it on and before I know it it's just mutated into this evil doubt that makes me question how much I feel I can do. But in writing, it's important to not get distracted by new shiny ideas. As long as you can still see the greatness in your original idea you should see it through to the end. Maybe jot basic ideas but don't focus on developing new ones right away. If you think about it the more you work on simultaneously the easier it is to get bogged down and overwhelmed with it all and just walk away from it.

I keep thinking I can handle more and more and more and in the end I'm lucky if I get to steal a few minutes to get a bit of a break before I force myself to sleep in an unfamiliar place with my angry cat who has taken to sitting on my face the moment I shut my eyes. I think it's revenge for the cat carrier and the car ride to my new place, or she's just had it with me and is trying to off me altogether. I'm thinking pacification and asking for terms is the safest route to go on this one.