Pavlina: Life is Not For the Living

I really don’t. I am always at my lowest point, cranky the entire month, tired, grumpy, you know it. I get home from work and I have all these ideas of what I should be doing, then I end up in front of the television, staring at some show (The Princess Diaries) telling myself that tomorrow when I get home I’ll do some sewing, or writing, or reading or something. Truth is, a discharged cell phone has more energy than I do when I walk in the door. I was actually snapping at the kids tonight, poor things. I can’t wait for February. I realize the solstice is behind us and they days are meant to be getting longer, but it just feels the opposite. Everything is all cold, I feel like I should be a squirrel or a bear and just go to sleep for the entire month, then I can wake up and it will be done and I can stop being all so depressed about it all. Phew, I got that off my chest. If I make it to the end of the month, I can make it the rest of the year. Although thinking about it, it could just be the kids waking up at four this morning making me tired.

Then I got all upset as I went to the site of the publisher I want to submit my novel to and found out they weren’t accepting submissions. How silly. It will take me at least a year to get this work of art into a submission ready state, and I am sure at some point in the next YEAR they will start accepting submissions. If they don’t? Well, there are plenty of publishers out there right? Besides, I may come up with an even better novel before then. Talk about putting the horse before the cart.

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