So, try this one on for size....
For the last few days, I've been afraid to blog. Afraid to announce by my presence online that I'm alive and active. Because here's what happens... I write a blog post, right. And then, invariably, someone (sometimes a client, sometimes a prospective client, sometimes someone demanding to know why their query letter is not yet read) writes me an e-mail, reproaching me about my lack of having answered them. Because obviously, the fact that I have written a blog post means that I have ignored their e-mail, which is ever so more important than anything else in the world. Sometimes the e-mails are nice and polite, and those are fine; more often than not, the e-mails are not nice and polite, and those make me angry.
Now I know this is all part of the world; I know this is part of my job. I know that my e-mail inbox has 80 some-odd e-mails in it, all of which I need to answer. The e-query folder (even though I DON'T LIKE e-queries) is over 200 e-mails right now.
But for pete's sake, I am on vacation now! I would like to relax. I would like to enjoy the holidays with my family. I would like to get the time to do some writing of my own done. I would like it to snow, purely so that I can go out and tromp around in it like a little kid, although that doesn't look likely for NJ.
I am tired of feeling badgered because I write blog posts, especially when I'm on vacation and not working. I LIKE writing in this blog. It's an outlet for me; I get to get some writing done and hopefully entertain people, as well as providing some useful information. I LIKE my blog readers. I MISS interacting with you guys on a daily basis, when I don't write blog posts. I wanted to write something today about Carl Sagan, but I didn't; similarly, I wanted to ask some serious questions about introducing dogs and cats to each other; I wanted to put up the kitten pictures. But I've simply been afraid to do so because I don't want to be attacked for
writing and not working away being a busy-beaver agent. Something is not right with this picture.
Oh, and if you haven't managed to yet tell, by the tone of this post, I am tired and stressed. Life has not been ideal, lately--I am not having a fun vacation.
I am almost recovered from my cold, which is good. My mother, however, is quite ill, and is going to have a surgical procedure on Friday morning. My boyfriend's mother (who's practically family at this point) has recently had a cancer diagnosis, and although they've caught it in early stages (we think), she still needs to have surgery in January. I know these are not earth-shattering events, but in my life, they take precedence.
So please, if it's not too much to ask, I would like to enjoy the rest of my vacation. I would like to write my blog posts in peace. If Santa brings presents to good little Jewish girls, do you think he'll give me this? =)