Ninjas and Furbies

I keep thinking I'll manage dictation in the car. I have a voice recorder app downloaded on my phone, and in theory... in reality I forget about it, or I'm too brain-dead to compose, or like the last two days (what is it with this week? I'm driving very carefully today) there was snarled up traffic for nasty looking accidents. My new commute, which is almost a month old now, involves the interstate highway and passing through a large city (ok, relatively large to New Hampshire. Nothing compared to driving in, say, Boston or NYC. Which I have done once, and never again). This means I'm more inclined to put on a podcast and listen to something than I am to try and plot out loud. 

Which isn't to say I don't have story ideas. What it means is that they are locked up in my head for the foreseeable future because I come home exhausted enough that some nights I can't even eat dinner. My dear First Reader has taken to insisting I eat something, at least. I know I need to take care of myself, but... 

Writing is taking care of me, too. I want to write. I want to draw/paint/make stuff. If I can't, it's frustrating. I don't know how to reconcile where I am, doing what I need to do for career stuff, and where I want to be, which isn't exactly defined enough to set goals in place to reach it. I just have to figure out how to make the most of the time I have. Besides what I want to do, there's children, and even though the children are old enough to feed themselves (thank goodness) and take care of their own laundry (although evidently not to fold and put it away...) they still need me. For things like mailing packages, based on the box the Ginja Ninja made appear on my bed this morning, evidently. For driving practice, which, I hesitate to even utter aloud, she has informed me needs to involve the interstate next time we go out with her behind the wheel. 

Which reminds me I need to update my last will and testament. And since the publishing company was supposed to go to the GN, make backup plans for that, too... Hah. She's not that bad. She's learning fast now that she has the incentive to overcome her fears and learn to drive for the independence it will give her. I'm very proud of her for that. It's just that, you know, my house is haunted by Furbies? 

What a strange life this is.