Surprise Glacier--I'm Falling Apart

Sometimes life is just too big. Too many obstacles are in the way. Do you ever feel like your life is one big icy cold glacier with chunks falling off of you? Well, maybe not, but at least bits and pieces of you perhaps coming apart at the seams? Where is the peacefulness and that warm, fuzzy feeling? Am I getting cynical?

I get too busy—I don’t have time to write and do the things I want to do. I get caught up in doing the things I have to do.

Yesterday, it was the broken washing machine. I had to hand wash a load of laundry, wringing it out by hand, and hanging it to dry. Ugh! Today, I bought a new washer and dryer. Ugh! Ugh!

Last week, it was my good friend’s grief for the loss of her son. The week before that, my kids lost their dad (my first husband).

A leaking pressure tank, refinancing the house, buying a new car—I have been overwhelmed. I don’t have room in my life for any more surprises! I just want to write.

I’m also trying to get venues set up for my upcoming Book Promo Tour in October. It’s a lot of emails, phone calls, and decisions to make. My brain is tired!

I want to grab my laptop and drive to the mountains or the beach—away from it all. Peace and quiet is what I long for. I need a total lack of distractions to get some writing done. I am working on my next novel. I’ve got about seven or eight chapters written, but I keep changing things and going back and rethinking what I’ve written. It’s not smooth writing, but I have so much of the story in my head I just need time to focus and get it written down. But when I get interrupted I lose my train of thought, and when I come back to my computer, I start reading what I’ve written and that’s when I get distracted with ways to change this or that. I’ve changed the main character’s name five times—and now, I’m back to where I started.

She is Phebe French, a girl who just wants to be a nun, but she is pulled in several different directions by a man who loves her desperately, but distractedly. He is Basil St. Clair, a best-selling novelist with a bad case of wanderlust. It’s got potential to be an amazing story—I just need time to focus.

Nevertheless, I felt the need to blog a bit—I’ve been sorely lax in that for the last couple weeks. It does help to clear my mind a bit and I’ve come to a resolve. The next three hours I will do nothing else but write—after I clean the litter box and vacuum the floor. But that’s it! I will write! (or maybe I’ll just waste time looking through the photos from my Alaska trip, and try to remember that I am a tiny piece of the universe and God will not let me fall apart).