Lately I feel like I've been doing everything other than being a writer.
Wife and partner? Check
Fake accountant? (I'm not an accountant, but I'm in the accounting department and they keep calling me one...) Check
Cook, dishwasher, and general household goddess? Check
Cat-mom? Check (although the furry monsters will try to say otherwise)
Book marketer? Check.
Allergy-sufferer? Oh, check! That's been a big one of late.
Writer...not so much.
Oh, writing has happened. And I'm even poking at poetry again, which will be the subject of another post: why fall and spring are poetry seasons, but summer isn't.
I just don't feel like it's been my focus. I can't regret my other roles (except for allergy-sufferer!) I'm especially grateful, after all of Mom's health scares, that I'm still blessed with the chance to be a daughter. But I need to put the writing in the forefront again, because boy howdy, I have a lot to do!