We are coming out from under (knock on wood) a time of illness. Both Max and Frank have had a case of resistant bronchitis. They were both hopped up on antibiotics and inhalers. I managed to escape with just a cold and a lingering cough. All this in the midst of some very good news that was a long stressful time in coming.
If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you already know that Frank was awarded tenure a couple of weeks ago. The process was long and we all carried a lot of stress while we waited. In fact, I worried about the prospect of what not getting tenure would mean for us so much that I'm having a hard time putting the worry down. When I lay down at night, my worry brain automatically jumps on the tenure wheel and starts to run and I have to consciously remind myself, "wait – that's over – you don't have to worry about that anymore."
All the worry and the coughing has completely derailed my creative work. A submission that is awaiting five minutes worth of prep is sitting where it has perched for the last ten days, on the corner of my desk. In the little bit of time I've been able to spend sitting here, I just look at it out of the corner of my eye. Grab something to read, take a nap, wash a dish, anything but spend the five minutes needed to complete the damn thing and get it sent. Hopefully confessing here will give me the little push I need to get those poems off my desk and out into the larger world.