When people think of balance, they often think of a static situation — a pair of scales, equal weights on both sides. Dynamic balance — the kind you need to ride a bike or walk on a tightrope — isn’t usually what people are striving for in their lives. There’s this idea that you can get everything together and cope for once and all with everything you have to do.
That’s why I prefer to think of juggling. When you’re juggling, the more you’re juggling, the more is out of your hands. If you’re doing it well, things fall into place, right in your hands. And occasionally, balls get dropped, but it’s not the end of the world. That describes what I live with.
There’s the personal — wife, mother, manager of family finances, cook, washerwoman, gardener, and more.
There’s the professional — copyeditor, indexer, proofreader. Running the business, dealing with finances, finding new work.
There’s the writer — um. Current count of projects on my list for the next couple of months? I’ve got one short story now, but I’m hoping to participate in the Story-a-Day challenge on Forward Motion in May. I’ve got the Mayan book I’m working on for Moongypsy Press, and Daniel’s book (under Doru’s name) that I promised to have up by the end of this month. I have four other books in various states of completion that I want to send out to NY publishers, at least 2 of which I’d like to get done in the next month or two. I have another project, Bridge, which I started this month but really won’t talk about until December or January. I have the steampunk adventure stories. I want to write another novella to submit to the UPC Science-Fiction Award this year. I just got an idea for a new series yesterday, and I was reminded of an old idea for a series that I probably won’t get to before next year. Oh, and then there are the short stories already written that I keep sending out to markets (occasionally selling one), as well as the ones I’m considering putting up for sale.
So, yes. Juggling.
No balls dropped so far today, but the day is young.
I like your point about the more you juggle, the more is out of your hands. The juggling metaphor works for me, too. Deal with one thing, toss it up, deal with the next thing, and keep going. Drop balls, pick them up, and start over.
Thanks! Some weeks, it feels like all I have are dropped balls, but it all works out eventually.
Thanks for commenting.
I guess I’m more typically male in this. I’ve discovered that by cutting back on balls in the air, I’m getting the balls to move faster in my hands and nothing gets dropped.
I’ve thought about that. I just haven’t figured out how to cut back on the number of projects I want to work on. My muse is quite prolific!
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