Moving! Holidays! Somebody throw a brick at my head!

Okay, perhaps that's overstating the case.  But yeah, it's been a bit stressful round here, peeps.

I've been diligently working on my secret writing blog project, which should be soft-launching very soon.  Then there's my secret new fiction project, which has been in the hands of my agents since October 1 and which I am getting wayyyyyyy antsy about.  Especially since I love this particular series so much.  I've dreamed about it in a fever-induced delirium.  I can see the characters, know exactly who they are and what they'd do and imagine funny bits of conversations between them.

And, of course, there was that whole moving thing.  UGH.  Not fun.  How do you convince your son to play nicely by himself while you scrub floors and ovens and windows?  (Answer: load laptop with cartoons and pray he'll leave you alone.)

We're now finally settled.  I had to travel for a ghostwriting client meeting, with The Boy in tow, which ate up another week but did allow a family visit.  Which was great, although riddled with its own stressors.

Then, I just realized: next Thursday is Thanksgiving.  Which means Christmas is hanging around the corner like a thug in an alleyway looking to mug me.

I am determined to not stress over this fact.

I have slowly come to the realization that I have a tendency to dramatize things.  Nay, catastrophize things.  Admittedly, I've had some stressful things, but they're just events.  In many cases, isolated events.

My agents going over my proposal for over a month: a good thing. They're being careful.  And it's out of my hands anyway.  It does not mean "oh-god-I'm-never-gonna-sell-this-ugh."

My son's new penchant for smart-mouthing:  not a good thing, but not irrevocable. It means less TV, an easy thing now that I'm not trying to clean a three bedroom house out.  It does not mean "oh-god-he's-gonna-be-a-delinquent-rebellious-psycho."

My writing blog's design issues: challenging, but also good.  It means I need to stretch, be more experimental, focus on how much I love teaching.  It does not mean "oh-god-I'm-wasting-time-with-this-stupid-project."

I've discovered I just need to focus on the good, observe the tough, and just keep going.  Maybe read a little more for fun.  Drink more water.  Take some deep breaths.

In a nutshell?

I need to save my drama for my writing.

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