The Bathroom Saga

For the last eight years, I've been meaning to paint my bathroom. Before my husband died, we'd started updating it. A new vanity, medicine cabinet, and lighting were installed. We ripped off the old wallpaper and then...

Life happened.

After I semi-recovered from his death, I thought about painting the room. Notice I said, "thought" not "decided." There's a vast difference between those two words. Every spring since then, the project surfaces in my mind like a drowning man looking to be rescued. Each year, he sinks under the waves again.

The same process began this year, but with a difference. I stopped telling myself I was going to paint and admitted it wasn't going to happen. My stepson and I struck a deal, and in one weekend the poor drowning man (namely, my bathroom) got rescued from my procrastination.

Writing projects float in my head with a tag that says, "someday." I've had to step back and re-evaluate my priorities:

1.  With novels and blogging consuming so much of my time, am I being realistic taking on non-fiction as well?

2.  Do I have the physical energy and endurance for a major non-fiction project?

3.  Am I trying to hold onto a season that has passed?

I'm no longer obsessing about all the non-fiction ideas I want to pursue. Many of them can be incorporated into my stories if they are that important to me.

Writers: What projects are you hanging onto that need to be left to others, re-purposed, or outright abandoned?

Readers:  What projects occupy your thoughts that you never seem to start?

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