Finally, I’ve made it to the LitSister’s page so that I can add my two cents. I thought I would reply to Audrey’s blog on time management. Fitting, since I haven’t found enough time until today!

There are more than a few people I know who tell me that I’m organized. I politely say, “thank you” and then go home and wonder what in heck do they mean. How can I be organized when I always feel like I’m ten steps behind and running to catch up?

After much deliberation, I’ve discovered that my problem is not that I don’t know how to manage my time. I do…I know that I have about sixteen to seventeen hours a day, more if I need them. I can fit a million things on my list and I love to check them off, and many days I do. Other days, I want to hide under my covers and sleep because Busy Me gave Other Me too much to do, and “I just don’t wanna!” Aye, she’s a slave-driving bitch.

So…the real problem at hand is not managing my time. It’s managing the workaholic part of me that doesn’t know how to be still; the one that shouts, “Now, faster, better!” at the top of her lungs with a whip in her hand. She has her place in my life. She knows how to stay up all night writing furiously to meet an 8am deadline. But, she also doesn’t know how to relax or to play.

My challenge is to find balance in my life; time to write and run and laugh and be so that writing stays fun and life doesn’t become a chore. So, that my children know who I am. Not because my name is on a book cover, but because I spent time with them.

Tags: time management, writing