Mourning My Writing Time — My Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad Week

photo credit: M I S C H E L L E via photopin cc

photo credit: M I S C H E L L E via photopin cc

Ever had a week that nearly buried you in everything but what you intended to do – like writing? I think we all have. And calling in a friend or family member isn’t always possible. Some things you have to handle yourself.

This past week reminds me of that new movie they’ve been advertising on TV called The Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad day? from the original book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.

 

Everything on my to do list, including my blogs and writing my next chapter didn’t happen.

My husband and I are selling one house while we remodel a newly purchased home – enough to drive all stalwarts nuts. I’m sure some of you have experienced the situation or something similar.

Keeping up with expenses for two homes is not fun.

And then there’s keeping the current home immaculate for potential homebuyers. I returned home not once but three different times to discover that the realtors left my home unlocked! Thank God I live in a nice neighborhood but finding your home unlocked when you arrive home after dark is scary – no matter what.

I also had the house inspected this week for termites – a must when selling a house in CA. because they’re a common problem. And of course because it’s a terrible, horrible no good, very bad week I have them! One more big expense and another black mark on my week.

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photo credit: Fred Seibert via photopin cc

I’ve also been running to the new house to make sure the contractors are on tract. There always seems to be hick-ups, and this week dealing with a contractor who has gone MIA and discovering he over-charged big time is freaking me out.

What about the everyday life stuff?

Well, it seems worse than it really is because the stress level is over the top on all of the above.

As many of you know, I’m dealing with chemotherapy and that’s another wrench in the works that doesn’t apply to just this terrible week. Not to worry, I’m on consolidation chemo, and I’m beating this body snatcher they call cancer. I’m handling treatments well and most don’t know by looking at me that I have cancer.

My energy tank runs on the low side so hubby helped me out by finding a terrific acupuncture doctor a few weeks ago. The biggest rub now is the constant medical appointments. They steal more writing time. Since I’m doing so well, I’ll accept this part of my week with grace and rejoice.

So what else?

Oh yeah! There was that freaky incident that happened to another family member. Totally has me worried, but I’ll keep that to myself – not mine to tell.

Well, that was my terrible, horrible no good, very bad week.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself – stuff happens and next week will better. But I do mourn my writing time.

It’s sort of like being promised a visit from your BFF who hasn’t been around for a while and then she has to bail because life interrupted her plans too. A huge disappointment.

And frankly, while writing is hard work, it’s my love and it’s a blessing. Like reading a good a book, writing liberates me from these everyday stress triggers. It also allows me a wonderful sense of accomplished.

So how about you? Are you mourning some writing time too? How was your week?

 

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6 Responses to Mourning My Writing Time — My Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad Week

  1. Red says:

    I have had one week too! My dad hasn’t been well. We made the three and-a-half hour trip to see him, and things are a bit worse than I expected. It’s his emotional health I’m worried about since losing my mom two years ago. So, I’m worried about my dad, the hotel accidentally charged me twice. They did give me my money back, but it’s such a hassle to deal with. The car’s having problems now. We drove back home, feeling like zombies, and my day job instantly tried to kill me with too much work. And–and–oh, there’s more, but, like you, I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m just maxed on the stress. Sometimes, I would love to have a four year-old tantrum, you know?

    Thanks for letting me vent, Char! I love you and am praying and sending you good juju for a great week, you wonderful lady!

    • sharla says:

      Does us all good to vent Red. I hope we both have time to ourselves and time to write next week! And best wishes to you dad too. It’s hard to see our loved ones suffer in any way.

  2. Darleen Speers says:

    I had to smile since my week has gone the same way. I thought I was having hot flashes this week on Wednesday and kept turning the air down at work but when I ended up sick with a sore throat and earache, I realized it was chills – darn. So the last two days dealing with that. Made chicken pot pie to feed my body so am doing okay. Sorry your week was crazy too, but it can only get better. As for writing, I think the hot flashes for an old broad like me will go into a scene somewhere. 🙂

  3. sharla says:

    Hated hot flashes but I was lucky. For me they came early and were over fast. I’m so sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well. I think your meal was a for of chicken soup so hopefully you’ll be great soon. 🙂

  4. I sympathize and empathize and wonder why we have to struggle so hard to do the work that makes us happiest. Gilda Radner wrote about her life and called the book “It’s Always Something.” I guess that’s true for everyone. It never hurts to take a little time out to mull over our struggles and share, but then we push it all away and carry on. Eventually we squeeze out another little block of time and lose ourselves in that other world we create based on our extensive life experience….and maybe all that makes our stories better.

  5. sharla says:

    Patricia,
    You are so right! And Gilda was right about it’s always something because there “is” always something. I think we all want to pull our hair sometimes but like you expressed, the experiences add to our understanding of the human condition as it were and that makes us better writers. 🙂

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