As much as I don’t want to make this a post about how incredibly busy I am, and that I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve blogged, I guess I’m about to. I was thinking of something funny that happened over the weekend but when I sat down to write about it, I couldn’t help marveling for 5 full minutes over the fact that my last post was dated September 28th.
It’s not that I haven’t been writing. In fact, I’ve been writing more than ever. I have 2 more articles coming out in print before the end of the year and I’ve written 3 times that number to send out into the land of magazine queries. Now I just patiently wait for responses while I work on my term papers, research papers, essay exams, and pieces for my creative nonfiction class. And in between all of that, I try to bang out a page here and there of the manuscript I started over the summer.
The truth is, I literally forget I have a blog sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean MOST days. And then when I do get on here to share something, I forget how to use the fucking blog platform I so cleverly switched to right before I figured that starting a new business and moving half way across the country wasn’t nearly enough to keep myself entertained, and decided become a full time college student and start freelancing simultaneously.
I’ve actually found that being so busy has made me far more productive than I ever was when I had more time on my hands. I take advantage of the time I have because I know it’s limited. I don’t procrastinate as much and I’m mentally present in the things I do because I feel so much more fulfilled. I guess having more leisure time somehow gave me an excuse to be lazy.
The other thing is, I absolutely love what I’m doing–all of it. I feel completely in my element at school. I love listening to the lectures and critiquing what we read in class; I love all the writing I’m doing and the opportunity for feedback so I can get better at it. I even love sending a query letter off to an editor somewhere in cyberspace not knowing if they’re going to like what I’ve written or not. For the first time in my life, I get completely lost in what I’m doing that I don’t even mind the hectic pace I’m speeding at most of the time. I always hoped I would find that one thing that I could become completely and deliciously submersed in, and I truly feel like I have.