That describes life at the Taylor/Khalid household this week -- running here and there for doctor's appointments (mamogram Tuesday, follow-up mamogram Thursday which revealed the calcifications in my breasts are the benign type not the cancerous type), Qur'an group (an interesting discussion on the Qur'an and evolution, more on this later), book group (this month we read Confessions of SuperMom), chauferring my kids to and from activities, meetings about future work, awards day (four kids -- three straight A's, and one with all A's, except for a single B), planning a birthday party, (my baby, Noora, is seven!), and sitting on a promotion board (Saara and Ameera are now purple belts!). Who has time to breathe, let alone write!!
Actually, in all that, I did write a futuristic short story about draft dodging, and submitted it. I realized later (after submitting it, of course) that it needs some work -- it could use some buildup rather than just a single scene. That rewrite is on today's agenda. Along with a children's story I've been meaning to work on. (It keeps banging on the front door of my brain, usually while I'm driving in rush hour traffic... let me out, let me out! Write me down! NOW! Amazing how stories seem to have a life of their own.)
Ah well, time to get to work. I promised myself when I started this blog that I would not let it take away time from "serious" writing, and so far I've done a pretty good job of that. I read about these bloggers who have turned their "blog" into money, sometimes producing a decent income, and then I see how many hours a day they are putting into it (more hours than I would want to put into any one thing, period) and think... yeah, it's not a "blog" at that point, it's a job, or an obsession.