Hi there!! It's B. A. Binns again, here with the Genre-Istas for October, mystery month. And do I have a mystery for you, one I dearly hope you can answer. The mystery is me.
Why can't I just sit back and let myself relax?I'm a woman who spent all her life working hard. So why have I chosen to spend my retirement, my so-called golden years, working even harder?
And it is a choice, not a necessity.
I did well during my years as a a "wage-slave." I even managed to retire early almost seven years ago, and I still don't qualify for Medicare. While a villa in the south of France is outside my reach, I could swing a condo in Florida, especially in today's real estate market. With winter approaching, every morning I wonder why I'm not sitting on a beach watching the sun set over the gulf and having a cabana boy bring me a Piña Colada and what not.
Especially the what not.
Instead, I write.Seriously, ever day, I write, edit and research. Worse still, I volunteer to help other writers. I teach classes, perform ritiques and judge contests. I recently agreed to coordinate my local RWA chapter contest for 2013 (and I know how much work that is because I've done it before). And I have just volunteered to lead a writing group for my local library in 2013, and to teach courses for patrons of another library.
Dare I hope the Mayan curse will arrive in December so there will be no 2013?
Actually, I hope not. I've just finished writing a coupe of short stories on the subject. Both are being published later this month along with a number of other short stories in a volume called Die Trying, stories of love and loss. Take a look at the cover I created for Die Trying. I would love to hear your thoughts.
Which brings me to another of the many tasks I burden myself with - I am now my own cover artist, courtesy of a crash course in Photoshop.
Amazon and Smashwords. And did I mention I'm still working overtime to get my new novel, Being God, edited and out before the end of the year from AllTheColorsOfLove press - my own imprint
Exhausted yet?I know I am. But I can't rest, because I still have to put together not one but two speeches for a conference I have to deliver NEXT WEEK!!
In theory I don't have to do any of this. I don't have to hang here in the Midwest as winter approaches, or travel to librarian conventions to deliver workshops about reluctant readers and multicultural literature. But I keeping doing it.
Why do I keep doing this to myself?Maybe because it is fun. Or maybe I was just not made to relax for too long. Or maybe there is some other answer to the mystery.
Someone help me. Do you find yourself overdoing things when you don't have to? Please comment, tell me how to stop!!?