Up to my ass in alligators again …

I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for the work. But I’ve just been too busy to think of blogging. I know I’ve been MIA a lot lately but I’ve been up against deadlines. There’s a lot on my mind I’d love to share, but there are only so many hours in the day. So if you don’t see me around for a week or two, don’t count me out. To quote Arnold Schwarzenegger, “I’ll be back.”

Waiting

It was Christmas time. My mother was in Toronto, visiting me. She was onlytime here a day or two when the call came. My grandmother had pneumonia, bacterial, and the prognosis wasn’t good.

My mother and I left for Montreal immediately, going directly to the nursing home when we arrived.

And there we stayed, all of us, me, my mother and both my aunts sitting there, in her room. Listening. A ragged breath, a beep from the monitor, a ragged breath, a beep Continue reading

Day 25. No Time

I don’t know what it is.  But lately there never seems to be enough time in the day for me to get everything done.  And I’m not talking about chores.  I mean work.  Writing.  I don’t know where the day goes.  I don’t know where the week goes.  For that matter, I don’t know where the summer’s gone.  Or the years.

No matter how early I get up (and I set my alarm for 7 a.m. every day), by the time I’ve fed my cats, done litter box duty, showered and fed myself (while reading the newspaper, so I don’t waste more time), it feels like half the day’s gone.  It isn’t really, but it’s damn close.  On those days when I have a client meeting, that’s it.  A glance at my watch tells me it’s 3:00 or 4:00 o’clock.  I may not even have had lunch yet.  And yet, the day is pretty much over.  Time to maybe pick up some groceries and head home.  To work.

While I may not have meetings every day, I still have work to do for clients.  Writing their websites.  Their blogs.  Thinking about marketing plans.  What comes next.  How our campaigns are working so far.  Briefing photographers or designers.  There’s always something.  So again, when I look at my watch it’s late afternoon.  And again I may not yet have had lunch.  And I haven’t written either of my blogs.  Or worked on my book.  Or been on the hunt for new business.

Why does it feel like I’m always behind the 8ball?

Maybe I’m deluding myself when I say I don’t think I’m a time waster.  But I really don’t think I am.  I’m on it.

My time crunch is considerably worse since I’ve added this blog to my repertoire.  I now have a commitment to write something each and every day.  I love doing it.   Continue reading