The amount of time I’ve had to spend editing the novel is pitiful. There’s really no other word for it, and I’m alternating between angry and depressed about the whole situation.

I’m sure most of you have faced the same sort of situation. There are just so many things I have to do, there’s so little time for what I want to do. I know the answer, re-evaluate what I think I have to do and move some of that to the “nice but not necessary category.” If you could see my house right now, you’d see I’ve been doing a decent amount of that already.

The reality is, we have to have clean clothes. I have to pick up, even occasionally, or eventually I’ll start to lose pieced of furniture in this mess, let alone the pets. We have to eat, wash dishes, take out the dogs, and do all the day-to-day things that keep a house going.

Problem with that is, that leaves precious little time to do what I want to do, what I need to do, really. And that makes me sadder than I’d like to admit sometimes.

Help me out here. How do you manage?