Well, I haven't been doing all that well at keeping up with promises to myself. It all has something to do with timeflow. You see, there are only 24 hours in a day, and well, I can't convince my body that less than 5-6 hours of sleep a night is a good idea (despite my efforts). Plus too, Molly is cuter than buttons, unicorns, rainbows, and the entire cast of Morning Musuimi (Why I'm remembering a fabricated j-pop band that I only vaguely knew about around the year 2000, right now, I don't know). In any event though, Parenting is definitely high on the "need to do list."
In fact, there are a lot of things on the need to do list. Observe:
- Parenting (this one is worth 10x all others)
- Teaching
- Prepping for teaching
- finding insurance (or Why the fuck do we not have national healthcare yet, you government assholes?)
- fixing our basement (painting, organizing, remodeling)
- Downstairs toilet is broken
- Grading papers
- Recording Molly's cuteness via cameras/camcorders
- Prepare proposals for the PCEA conference very soon (I think it's a 11/1 deadline)
- Read and prepare materials for the Warrior Poet Group (I'm due to start teaching Nabokov's Pale Fire here soon)
- Oh and writing.
So,
I said to my self, "self, stop whining and do something about doing something." And so, I've decided that the best way to try to finish a draft of Not an Autobiography by the end of the year is to sign up for NaNoWriMo with the goal to bang out the last three stories or so that I feel need to be in the book.
Feel free to laugh at my audacity, stupidity, and plain ole inadvoidable ability to take on way too much at once.
