I'm in Florida this week. I'm doing two workshops (three days) and a speech (one evening). I'm staying with my co-presenter and her husband and they're lovely people. And my schedule is not my own.
Yesterday I got up at 3:30 am and left for the airport at 4:45. I just couldn't find the energy to sit down to the novel. I planned to get up early this morning but with jet lag I slept until 8 and the day was starting. Tomorrow, we head out early for the first workshop.
So I'm feeling pulled by the social aspects of the trip, by the work I'm here to do, by the editing work I brought with me, and by Frankie and her story.
And I'm just trying to be okay with getting done what I can.