I am coming to the harsh realization that I cannot blog, read blogs, read books, read magazines, review books, write, retain gainful employment and enjoy time with my family. Something has to give.
But what? How?
I’ve always had a problem with discipline. I prefer to think of it as more of having an active mind, torn in any number of directions at any given moment. I can’t help but thinking that if I had more discipline, more focus, better organization, that I’d be a freakin’ da Vinci. I’ve got notebooks full of drawings and plans and story seeds and projects and lists and outlines and whatnot, enough to keep me bust for the next 100 years.
Provided I don’t come up with any new ideas within the next 100 years as well.
I have upwards of 30 books in various states of outline waiting for me to invent a way to stop time. Seriously. Two series, a bunch of YA, some long-form poetry, a couple of adult titles, a piece of novelty fluff and a pair of non-fiction series for middle graders that deal with biography and music. I’ve got half a dozen paintings I’m longing to execute. I have a card game and a board game I still need to play-test and tweak. And then there’s all this crazy ephemera connected to this YA project I have going that I want to design. Part website, part media experience, just crazy how I come up with a new idea for it daily.
I need a factory full of me running three shifts. Double overtime.
And I haven’t even started school.
What the hell.
Would hypnotism work? Could I have my subconscious mind convinced that I only needed two hours of sleep and learn how to read and write at the same time?
I can’t be alone, I’m sure I’m not alone. What does everyone else do?