It seems to be a fact of life that when we have a lull in activities we immediately rush in to fill it. And then suddenly, deadlines loom and panic sets in. At least that's how it is for me.
A month or two ago the work on Growing Up Ivy was coming to an end, the latest novel was having its necessary "jell" time in the drawer, and summer and outdoor chores seemed a long way off. So what do I do? I join a weekly study group at my church and enroll in an online college course on understanding literature.
But now, as publicity for Growing Up Ivy ramps up, I have a list of interview questions from several sources requiring intelligent answers, and I have reading to do and assignments to submit, and the novel-in-progress is calling to me. Forget that the windows haven't been cleaned since last fall, and there are seedlings waiting to set out into the garden. I start to feel the familiar anxiety.
I have to remind myself that t'was ever thus. It'll all sort itself out in the end.
In the meantime, write on!