This week has been so crazy busy I forgot: tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! I was all ready to go to my SFA-RWA meeting tomorrow, we’re having Deb Werksman as our guest, but as it turns out, I have other business to attend to, so I won’t make it. It will be my first missed meeting in 3 years! It will definitely feel weird, but I have to take advantage of this opportunity to expand my non-writing business. Times are a tough all around. Improvise, adapt and overcome!
But after I do what I gotta do tomorrow, hubby and I will go to church with my in-laws like we do every Sat, then out to dinner. Nothing fancy, then we’ll come home and settle in for the night. The kids? Oh, they all have plans, as they should. But I’m going to work on revising my author business plan as well as recast a completely new business plan for my non-writing business, a business which I have sorely neglected these past few years.
I’m actually excited to jump back in with both feet. I think I was just chained to the deadline chair for so long I forgot what it felt like to get out and be involved in the other business word again. Writing is very solitary. The only time it seemed that I was going out was to my RWA meetings, conferences and church on Saturday’s. Any other time I was holed up in my office hunched over the keyboard writing. My oldest son complained constantly about how I looked like a homeless person because every time he came by, I was in sweats, a tee shirt (I have one particular shirt that is old and stained and pretty gross to look at but always clean, that I love to wear. My son hates that shirt! So does hubyy…but it’s soo comfy!), no makeup and my hair pulled back. I realized after a business meeting this past Wednesday morning, I’ve let myself go. Yep. I have.
So, I have decided not to look like a homeless person anymore, not only for my son, but for myself. I threw the old green shirt in the trash. Some of you are shaking your heads thinking, “Karin, screw them. If you love that shirt you should wear it!” And you would be right, but now, when I think of the shirt, I think of my son and hubby and how much they do not like me in it. It’s kind of lost it’s luster. So, I bought some new tee’s. Comfy non-stained, non-faded. And you know what? I feel better in them then in the old raggedy ones.
How about you? Do you get into ruts? What do you do to get out of them?
PS! Am I the only one pissed Jamar didn’t make the cut to 36? I swear I wanted to destroy something when they told him he was going home! I felt sooooo bad for him! 🙁