I saw that on Tumblr the other day—the writer knew she was an adult, but she needed help from a higher-level adult. It resonated. A lot.
I don’t think I’m particularly bad at being an adult. I pay my rent, maintain my car, and mostly keep my kid out of major trouble. But I don’t really feel like…a higher-level adult. I mean, I’ve been adulting for more than twenty years and I still can’t make myself keep my bedroom neat. I like it neat—I just don’t always keep it that way.
And writing. You’ve read Siri trying to find ways to write more. You’ve heard from Erin and Kit when they don’t get enough writing in. Well, I’m with them. It may look like I produce, but I know that I spend way too much time not writing.
So I’m trying to organize my life. To level up. To get my stuff together. I mean, if I can learn to think of doing the dishes and keeping up on the litterbox as grinding, maybe I can make this work.
Here we are with another Progress Report. (For reference, here is my Year of No Fear Manifesto). This covers July, August, and September.
Things have wound down a bit for me. Hubby and I spent most of summer camping and when we weren't camping, I was working on Grave Touched.
Friends, I love October. There are so many lovely and wonderful things about it. Summer's heat finally breaks. The leaves turn beautiful, vibrant colors. It becomes okay to break out your boots and sweaters. There's cocoa and roaring fires. There's Halloween. And there's the promise of magic in the air, in the crisp breeze, in the crunching leaves.
Also, my birthday is in October.