Family and the world. Home and away. Writing and the Rest of life. What craziness is this?
I have an ongoing argument in my head. If I gave up some of my "outside" tasks, I would have more time to write, publish, promote. However, I have a strong feeling that without those outside things, I would become a very strange sort of person, one who has no balance and is therefore, well, unbalanced. And we know that that way leads to madness. So despite the fact that I feel like I'm pulled in two directions, I stick with my outside stuff. I think it keeps me (fairly) sane.
Maybe the adage should be "All writing and no living makes Peg a crazy woman."