All in Due Time

I've heard it said that we make time for what is important to us, and while I have found this to be somewhat true, I am still unable to find enough hours in the day for ALL the things I find important these days. Even after prioritizing my so-called "free" time--searching, scraping for extra hours or minutes alone here and there, I am more often than not, coming up empty-handed. Perhaps I just have too many irons in the fire at the moment.

It seems with work I have been catching up and catching up and not really ever getting ahead. My quota renews itself each pay period. The only way I get ahead with it is to work double one day or a couple of days in order to have two or three in a row. That leaves little time for other pursuits--like writing or reading.

But I did find a wonderful little bookstore over in Union City where you can trade your paperbacks. I came home with four Cornwell books I hadn't read, two or three Ann Rule titles (She writes true crime stories), and 3 Writers' magazines. Now if I can just find time to read them all, catch up on my blogging, and the laundry--the never ending laundry pile, I would be in good shape.

I have also contacted a cousin who has been to Iraq and requested some impressions of the landscapes, people, culture, and what-not over there, all as research for From the Dust of Rose Hill. No, my writing is never far from my mind. It simmers on a back burner, and its aroma beckons me back time and time again. I'm keeping an eye on it, so that it does not boil dry. I have not forgotten. I know your patience with me might be running thin with me. But there is a time for everything. And it will all come together in due time. All in due time.