Accepting that I’m not Superwoman.

#ROW80 is A Round of Words in 80 Days. It’s a quarterly writing challenge where you define your personal goals and blog each week about your progress. It’s made to be flexible and allow for tweaking.

I’m exhausted. I’m owning that I cannot do everything, and sometimes you have to rework your life and schedule to make stuff work.

Last weekend I attended the Sassy Seven Naughty Sleepover, which was loads of fun. The hosts were amazing, the hotel haunted, the fellow attendees lively and a blast. There was so much done well that weekend that it really stunk I wasn’t operating at 100%. I didn’t know it until Monday, but I was fighting a nasty skin infection. I have meds for it now, but that was just the beginning!

I don’t talk about day job stuff often, but this is a big change and will impact the writing life, so I’m talking about it as well. It so happens that we were able to find someone to sub-lease our office space and I will now be making the switch to working from home. This was expected, but I thought it would happen in a few months. Not in February. And certainally not with days notice. I had all of five days to pack up, move and get out of the office space. Most of this was done on my own because I am the only employee in my region. I did get another girl from the head office for two full days and I couldn’t have done it without her.

Needless to say that doing the move so soon after the event while fighting an infection has completely zapped my strength. I’m writing this on Saturday night and so far I haven’t done anything more substantial than a load of laundry and a quick shopping trip. I’m back in bed, snuggled in and considering another early turn-in.

It’s disappointing that I haven’t accomplished more writing this month, or even this year. It’s hard to feel anything but failure. But I have to be realistic.

I did a 30+ stop blog tour.

I’ve sold two books.

I’ve been a promo queen.

I have a fantastic, new relationship.

I’ve been spending more time with new friends.

I’m still going to write, it’s just not happening how I’d like it to, and I have to figure out how to be happy with it. I can’t do or be it all. I’ve got to adjust my expectations to be where I am, not where my dream is.

This is an unusual update for me, I realize that. I’m mostly talking to say this stuff "out loud". I realize this round ends at the close of this month and I won’t have everything done. What I would like to do is push myself to write 1K a day, for six days a week. If I do this I should be able to finish the novella I want to get wrapped up soon. If I can do that, I’ll be happy. No other goals. So here I go!