As in, rolling it uphill instead of down. It grows, it gets heavier to move, I let it go for a moment and I feel like I have to start all over again from the bottom.
I’m talking about a lot of things here: my blog posting, my reading schedule, my YA novel manuscript, my life in general. I’m not complaining that there’s too much, or too much to do, but that I don’t feel like I ever get anything over the top so that it starts running downhill on its own.
And school is starting up soon. Soon enough. I’ll have finished the first residency sixty days from now. We’ll be staring down the first presidential primaries sixty days from now. The holidays will be a glowing ember of a memory sixty days from now. I’ll be trying to finalize my graphic novel selection for the Cybils sixty days from now. That’s two surreal months away. I tell myself “That’s excitement that’s gnawing away at ya!” so I don’t get it confused with blind panic.
I’m torn with what to read these days as well. I have my review books, and the books I want to read, but I also have the recommended titles for school, I’ll have a couple hundred pages of fellow student samples to read as well, plus I’ve got people telling me that I need to get all my “adult” reading out of the way because once I’m at VC it’s all kidlit all the time.
I suppose there are worse things in life to be plagued by.