Well, not exactly with balls (okay, I won’t go down that road), but with life.
I feel like a juggler. Balancing and moving things out of the way all the time. Or is that three card monty? :shock:
Really though, my “real” job, writing, promo whoring, being a mom, a wife, and taking care of my house is really exhausting. I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning. I want to spend a day doing nothing but watching movies, eating whatever the hell I want, and reading great books. That would be awesome! 
Sigh…. ain’t gonna happen though. My boss at work is heaping stuff on me, being the old lady in the group and managing two big releases, she figures I’ve got the brains to multi-task until my head falls off. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen. 
I have so much I want to do and so little time. I squeeze every second out of my lunch hour at work so I don’t have to run errands on the weekends. Hah! That doesn’t ever work. There are always errands to run, aren’t there?
Now the 13 YO wants to take piano lessons. That’s another to add to the task list. I’m just waiting for the 9 YO to tell me what he wants to do next.
I might rant and bitch and moan (like today), but I wouldn’t trade my life for anything. I have never been at a place where so much was going on (just got e-book contract #5 yesterday yipee!) and so close to achieving my dream of being a full-time writer. Wait, let me use the word “author” - that’s what my 9 YO tells his friends his mom is. 
Back to work - gotta get the manual information off to the printer for the new release.
Signed, a tired but lovin’ it Author
September 15th, 2005
