Last week, I started a new job. It's only part time and I have the most flexible boss and schedule on the planet, but it's an office and I have tasks to do, no matter how fun they might be to me.
Yesterday, it occurred to me that I was reliving the early days of Bimini, The Romance. I'm working two jobs... again.
The first one is for myself with three partners who also happen to be a few of my best friends and it's doing really, really well. We're getting new clients and sales are up.
This second job is in a field that's near and dear to my heart, Environmental/ Geological and it's also with a person that I've had a long term friendship with. Someone that I respect and enjoy being around. The work doesn't feel so much like work at either job but still, over the last two weeks, it's been a challenge to find time to write in between. That's more so my own fault than the fault of the jobs I have. I've come full circle with my work-a-holic tendencies. One job has never, ever been enough for me; even when I was in high school.
I'm the type of person who has a tendency to immerse herself in whatever I'm doing at whatever given point in time. I get easily tunnel-visioned, and while, no, I'm not the most ambitious person, I have my own brand of dedication to the things I decide that I want to succeed in. I never do anything half-assed and that's both a blessing and a curse.
If I decide I'm going to clean something, I'll do my best to make it sparkle.
If I start a painting, everything else goes on hold until it's finished; the dishes and laundry will pile up, the dogs will beg me to feed them, the plants will nearly die of neglect until that final stroke of the brush.
If I give my commitment to a person, I'll do my very best to move mountains to see it through, even if it puts me in a difficult decision in the end. I can't always guarantee fast results, but I can guarantee that I won't give up until the mission is completed and that it'll be done right when all is said and done.
I was always what my dad called a "roller-coaster" kid. When I wanted to do something, it was done to stellar perfection. When I didn't want to do something, I just wouldn't do it. A lot of the time this depended on the day and the attitude I woke up with. In my older age, it's a matter of my integrity to do even those things I might not want to do, to the best of my ability, even if it takes me longer to get motivated in the process.
That's sorta where I'm at with the sequel to Bimini. I want to write, but I honestly don't want to find the time to sit down and do it. I'm doing it anyway and I'm not half-assing it, but I have to be honest when I say that the excitement of my business doing well and the excitement of a new job is sorta taking priority right now with me and while that's a little worrisome because I definitely don't want to be consumed with something else for another five years, I also see the difference in my drive and determination these days versus those childhood or teenage years.
The sequel is almost finished. Once the last words are down, the editing will come into play and that's another drawn out process, but it's been less than a year since I started this project so it looks as though we'll be sliding into home four years earlier than the last time I played this game.
While my business is a commitment to the three other women that I share ownership of it with as well as the clients that we take on; and my commitment to my new job is another facet of the commitment to my friendship with the person who hired me, finishing this sequel is a commitment I've made to myself and I'm firm believer in never letting myself down either. How you treat yourself is often times how you'll treat others and vice versa. So while I ask for patience from the fans of the first book, I also ask for patience with myself because though I'm not working on it diligently every day as I should be, it's still getting done and done it shall be.
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