Busy busy busy

People love to read about work. I know I do. I love being busy, reading about being busy (although if I’m reading about how busy others are, am I that busy?) But anyway…what is my point?

Right. I guess my point is my work. I’m a workaholic. I love having my hands in five different fires at once. Writing two or three books at once. Once in the plotting stage, one I’m writing, and another I’m editing, either contracted or not. Plus I’m probably researching something for another proposal.

Being busy gives me peace of mind. I think a writer tends to get “weird” if not busy. I know I get a little squirrelly if I’m away from the day job too long. The nine to five is my interaction. Coworkers keep me grounded in my otherwise pretty boring, unsociable life. Unfortunately, I don’t often get the opportunity to visit with writers. Living in the country, writers are a rare breed around here. So the only time I can talk books is if I travel to conferences or chat online. And with today’s economy, it’s been mostly online, but that’s okay too.

So, enough rambling…Did this blog have a point?…not sure.