So, those who know me, know I procrastinate, but always, somehow, get the job done. Case in point: Deadlines. I have too many to count at the moment. I don’t even want to count them, they make me tremble and shake. They make me want to go back to bed each morning. They are daunting. The holidays compound the stress of it all. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. <cover your ears!> I live for this shit! LIVE. FOR. IT!
I mean seriously, Live for it.
I’ve gotten better about protecting the work. I’ve been noticeably absent from commenting here on MM, as well as over at Murder She Writes, and my two personal blogs? Heck if I can remember the last time I posted. Facebook? Hah! Karin Harlow has fallen off the face of the earth and Tabke is just barely treading water. Forget tweeting. But I’ve had to do it. I’ve gone no mail on several loops. It kills me to do it, I love my loopmates, but if I’m reading blogs and commenting or facebooking or tweeting or conversing on the loops, the work doesn’t get done. It needs to get done, the only one who can do, it is me.
Oh, but there are so many other distractions! I cannot say, no, to my granddaughter. Can’t do it. It’s not in my DNA. She wins 100% of the time. Decorating for Christmas? I just this past weekend kicking and screaming decorated my tree. It killed me! I needed to be writing! Christmas shopping? Hahahahah! I have purchased one present. One. I have no plans to go out shopping again. Internet shopping here I come! Christmas cards? Ugh. So not there yet.
I don’t need no more freakin’ distractions!
Did I mention we bought a new puppy? Yeah, as if my deadlines needed a puppy. It’s been 8 years since we’ve had a puppy in the house but it was one of those things I had to do for someone I love. We lost my father-in-law this past summer, his death hit the family hard. My husband has had a particularly tough time, and with the holidays here, I knew it was going to be really hard. To make matters worse, hubby’s dog, Brit, a 13 year old rottie he rescued ten years ago was fading fast. We had to put her down a month ago. Not only were her hips about to go, but she was riddled with cancer. It was the humane, right and incredibly difficult choice to make, but one that had to be made. And so it was done. Dad’s death set me back 10 weeks on a deadline. I’m fortunate to have a wonderfully understanding editor. Brity’s death set me back another week. But I was concerned about hubby. He was sad. Very sad. We’d talked about getting a Cane Corso when the time was right, and well, I felt the time for my husband was right. Corsos are not cheap. Money is very tight in the Tabke house at the moment, so tight, hubby has taken on a job with crazy hours, while I burn the midnight oil writing.
There was no doubt in my mind that a puppy would help hubby in many ways. And me being a research hound that I am, had been chatting with a breeder over the course of a few months, thinking when the time was right, this was the breeder we’d get our pup from, just so happened, she had a pup come available. We hadn’t planned on a puppy this year, but…As I said, Corsos are not cheap. So, how was I going to pay for this very expensive puppy? I did what any loving wife would do for her grieving husband: I sold my diamond tennis bracelet. Hubby was not happy, but I cannot express to you the joy it gave me to go to my jeweler, who btw is awesome, get a nice chunk of cash, go to the bank, deposit that cash, then call the breeder and ask where to wire the money.
When we picked Bella up at the airport and her sweet little face poked out of her kennel, and my husband lit up, I knew that that lovely diamond and gold chunk of jewelry could never warm me like his smile. (And for those who know me, you know how much I lurve my bling!)
So, who do you think is taking care of the puppy? Moi. Hubby’s hours are crazy. So, what’s another distraction? I mean now we have three dogs, and two cats in the house, so what’s another warm body that wants my attention? I just shrug it off and work an hour or two longer, and ignore a few more emails, skip a few more blogs and hunker down and protect my work and my family. And with the holidays staring me in the face? I’ll find a way to do it all, I always do. After all, I do live for this s%@*!
How about you? What sacrifices do you make for either your work or a loved one?
I have sitting in front of me, a $15.00 Barnes and Noble gift certificate up for grabs today, all you have to do is answer the question and I’ll pick a random name later today!