I’ve got all of my writing life organized out for the week/weekend, and I’m ready to make a splash.

There isn’t much to say beyond all of that. Things have been pretty low key this week, so I’ve been bouncing between feeling super productive and getting a lot planned, and just recovering from all of life’s things. Sometimes, it takes me days to have a solid bounce back when I’ve been busy. It reminds me of jet lag. For every day I’m doing something, I need that many days to recover after the fact.

The mental stress of Covid-19 are starting to eat at the family more and more, and being Mom as well as empathic in nature I am absorbing a lot of emotions and feelings. I’ve become the dumping grounds for a lot of what others are needing to sort through. In life, that’s how I’ve generally been, so this isn’t a new role or one that I don’t like. It’s part of how I was built as a person. I get joy in being able to help through listening.

That being said, right now, I’m very full. In a normal situation, I’m able to absorb and then let go, allowing me more room to absorb some more. Given the state of the world, I’m absorbing…and absorbing…and absorbing! But I haven’t been given a chance to unload to make room for more. This is making me tired.

I’m finding a lot of joy in creating plotlines at the moment. So much joy! I’ve got so many plans that I’m eager to write out. The actually writing them out part is what is making things tough.

The more I sort through what I’m dealing with emotionally, however, the better things are for me creatively. It’s all a process.