I can't believe it's been a week since I last posted to the blog. Looking back over the past few months, I'm amazed at how bad I've been at posting on a regular basis. Work has been killer for the past few months for me. The work has been extremely challenging (which I love), but by the end of the day, I'm exhausted. By the time I get home, the last thing I want to do is write. I'd love to quit my job and write full time, but as I've said on many other occasions, that's not really an option right now.
I've been working on my novel, but instead of finding 2 hours a day to devote to it, I find that it's more like 60 minutes broken into 15-minute intervals. Then, when you take into account my laptop is on it's last legs (it shut off three times yesterday afternoon), you can see why I haven't been so keen on writing lately.
March should be better, with two projects at the office reaching major milestones, and with Mrs. V going off to China for a few weeks. And no, I'm not exactly happy to see her leave, but I think the time alone may help me to refocus on the novel I'm working on. Maybe this sounds a little sexist, but it's damn hard to write sometimes when you have a spouse that demands attention. And while I like giving her attention, I don't like creeping out of bed at 5:30 in the morning to get writing done, just so I can spend my evenings watching Dancing With the Stars
Sometimes, I think I'd be better off if I got an MFA and taught - THEN maybe I'd find time to write. Hell, I'd even go to school for 6 years to get a Ph.D. in engineering, just so maybe I could find time to write. Of course, knowing my luck, teaching would take up more time than my job does now. And I hate research.
Okay, so this post is really more of a rant than anything, but dammit, everyone deserves a rant every once in a while. Then again, maybe Johnny "Guitar" Watson
can sing it better than I can.