Around the beginning of August I was feeling the pressure of
my full time day job and so many deadlines approaching in the weeks thereafter. As I am not the only aspiring author out
there trying to fit my writing into that small space left over after the
obligations of day job, family and other real world responsibilities are met, I
find I am wondering how the rest of you do it.
So, let me share with you the reality of the last few months and maybe
we can compare notes.
Here I am at the end of September with two successful
speaking engagements behind me, my second book in the hands of my copy editor,
my abstract submitted on time to the American Association of Physical
Anthropology, and only a scholarly article to finish (with a whole month to do
so). An impressive series of
accomplishments, to be sure, but rest assured that this short burst of literary
and scholarly productivity was achieved at the expense of just about everything
else. I’ve aged a few years, gained
perhaps as many pounds (I refuse to get on the scale) and my liver has asked me
to take a break from that dram or two (or three) of whiskey enjoyed at the end
of each long day. The house is a mess,
the garden is full of weeds and both my phone and computer have long since reached their
capacity to store messages.
On the positive side, my husband and my son are alive and
well and have managed to care for themselves adequately while I have been otherwise
occupied (my son even learned to do his own laundry). Thanks to the Higgins men I had clean clothes
and takeout food to sustain me as I worked into the wee hours of the night.
At work, my very dedicated staff exceeded my expectations in
their efforts to ensure that all of the pooches entrusted into our care each
day were safe and happy. Had it not been
for their diligence, I would not have been able to retreat into my tiny office
for a few hours during the day to finish a chapter or tweak a Power Point
presentation. The only barrier to productivity
during that bonus window of time was the gassy old hound who lounged daily just
outside my office door.
So, at the end (almost) of a several long weeks of intense
productivity, I have survived with my family and my business intact. Don’t be too impressed. Assuming I didn’t die of exhaustion, I doubt
very much that my loving family and loyal staff would be so supportive were
this schedule to continue. A long term
strategy is needed if I am to persist with this very precarious juggling
act. How do you get the most out of each
of the 24 hours and still keep your life, your love and your sanity intact?