This writing class I’m taking is killing me. It’s causing me a great deal of aggravation — not the writing itself but the endless negotiating to carve writing time out of my regular life. My days off I do okay — except that none of the usual “day off” chores and projects get done — but during the week it’s like pulling teeth to get an hour here or 45 minutes there. So on the one hand I feel like all the non-writing stuff is piling up and/or falling through the cracks while on the writing I can’t build any momentum and get any feeling of accomplishment. I get frustrated with all people who rely on what I do for them. It’s not the best way to live and I don’t have any solutions right now.

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