This is a common refrain here on my little corner of the internet, but gosh do I wish I had more time.
There are so many plans I have! So many stories that are banging around between my ears, straining to be released. So many shorts and novels and scripts… even the novel I am currently working on is pushing on my time like a juggernaut, always stretching every moment I have to sit and write, to push words out of my fingers and onto the pages as quickly as I can. Every word rushes out, worried that I’ll have to close the spigot, that I will have to reinforce the dam, before it can be birthed onto the page.
That makes it sound more glamorous than it probably deserves, but it’s true. I never have enough time to get even a fraction of what I want done, done. And this time of year, as time constraints and expectations pile up and push in from all directions, I feel it far more acutely.
Ah well. I shall lament this state of affairs for some time, I suspect, but for now I need to focus on what I can do, rather than what I can’t. And maybe sacrifice more sleep…
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!