We are selling our house. That means people come through almost daily to look at it, and I have to leave the house. I work at home, and I’ve always prided myself on being able to write just about anywhere–during orchestral concerts, at theme parks, in coffee shops, etc. And that skill is being tested now! Actually, it’s not the writing elsewhere that’s the issue. It’s trying to keep the house pristine. I don’t eat at home. The toaster oven is tucked away. Our regular kitchen trash can has been replaced by one the size of a Kleenex box, one that fits under the sink. Cooking leaves smells. Just making my hot cocoa or tea now takes 5 extra steps to retrieve the electric tea kettle out of the cupboard and then dry it out and hide it again. Ack!
You know those times of year when you get so frazzled you have no idea if you’re accomplishing anything worthwhile with your work? This is one of those times. But, I made a typo on a post a few minutes ago and thought, “that would make a hysterical picture book!” So, the brain is still working (sort of), even as it feels overwhelmed.
But if I sound even more scattered on the blog over the next few months, you’ll know why:>)