It's Monday...AGAIN

Turbulent waters at Angelgate

So I am thinking this morning my life is so ridiculous. Where is all this leading? Blogging, article writing, searching for writing jobs, writing poetry, working on my books...

Then, there is the people factor; I am waylaid by my concern for them. Example: Friday Carmichael Caudron told me his graphic designer disappeared, leaving him in the lurch for this month's issue of OI. I spent all day Saturday writing and conferring with my coworker who is afraid she's about to get the axe. On Sunday, I spent the bulk of the day searching for and testing an inexpensive solution for Carmichael. I think I found a pretty good one, but 9 chances out of 10 he'll say "thank you, but I don't want to go that way." That's fine. It typically happens that way. He's not the problem here. I am. Why don't I just say it's not my problem and go about my business? I can't seem to put a boundary there and that's very frustrating to me. It's like my feeling love is love in SL as well as RL. It doesn't just poof when I turn off my computer at night. So it is with work. If I work for you, I work along side you and your challenges become my challenges. Besides, I really like Krissy and Carmichael. They took me on as an unknown and they have been more than fair, in fact very gracious.

These things never happen in a vacuum, of course. There is laundry to be done, bills to be paid and children to be watched over. And I am off and running again. Sometimes I wish I could just say, "that's too bad," and tuck myself in for the night with my mind at ease like most other people instead of dozing with my chin propped up by hand, elbow resting on my laptop.

Obviously, if this is leading anywhere, it's going at a tortoise' pace.