The past few weeks have been really chaotic, work-wise. I actually haven't had that much work (I'm mostly finishing up old stuff), and so I'm scrambling to get stories placed so I can hopefully pay the bills. Tonight, I got slammed both with a need to send out new ideas and finishing up a story from before. When I figured out what my workload was going to be, I pretty much panicked.
How was I going to get all of this done?
I realized I was going to have to move some of my trawling for story ideas to tomorrow--deadlines always win out over no deadlines. But I was behind anyway and frustrated, and then I had to contend with trying to schedule and then transcribe several last-minute interviews. I was simply overwhelmed.
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I still have more to finish tomorrow morning, but that was part of my plan. I feel okay now. Still frustrated and disappointed at how hard it is writing-wise right now, but I put on my Big Girl Panties and did what needed to be done. That "me" time was essential. I wouldn't have made it through the rest of the evening without that little break. But I did it.
I guess the moral of the story is that I can balance work and play, and that I can calm down and assess the situation like a professional.