I was thinking this morning about how all I've been writing about lately is the baby. And not without good reason. This is all a huge life change and there's lots to think about and do and say about it all. But that said, there are still other things happening in my life these days.
I've actually been writing an awful lot. I'm working on a new book — a new version of the book I wrote a couple of years ago. And I'm feeling pretty good about it. I've been working on it at least 3-4 days a week. On the days you don't see a post from me here, it's likely that I'm working on the book instead. I'd really like to finish a draft by the time the baby arrives, and am hopeful that I can accomplish that.
I'm also loosely working on a book proposal for another book that will be co-written with a friend in Los Angeles. Again, something I'd really like to finish before June. And every week I'm also working on essay and pitches for various magazines. I've been a little obsessed with trying to place an essay in the NY Times Modern Love column and I keep writing and submitting them. I think I'm waiting to hear back about the third one I've sent this year right now. (Keep your fingers crossed for me — I have a good feeling about this one!)
And lastly, in the writing sphere, I've been writing a lot for BlackBook. If you didn't know, Greg and I are the co-editors for BlackBook's Guide to Chicago bars, restaurants, hotels & nightlife. We write two reviews a week for the guide and are always working on maintaining the regular listings as well. On top of that, I spent last month writing 100 Chicago shopping listings for the online guide and it really kicked my butt. I was coming home from work every single day and just sitting at the computer writing about shopping. It was intense. I finally finished my 100th listing on Sunday night and now I hardly know what to do with my free time.
The nice thing about all of this is that Greg writes just as much as I do. And he sure publishes a lot more than I do. It's so nice to able to talk about writing all the time with him, to be able to share ideas and get criticism on my work. I love when we lie on the bed together after he gets home from work and talk about how frustrated we are, about how much more we want to be doing with it all. I never have to explain to him what it feels like to be a writer, what motivates and inspires and disheartens me. He always understands.
Anyway, as if all this weren't enough, I'm also working more than ever at my hospice job. I've been there for a year and a half now and we've grown so much over these months, taking on more patients than ever. I'm out in the field several days a week, meeting with patients and families and driving around in Greg's little green Honda to this nursing home or that. I still like the work a lot and feel that I continue to grow in it. In December I'll be eligible to take the exam for my state license as a professional counselor and, from there, I hope to transition into a private practice next year.
Okay, enough. Off to work. Happy Easter weekend to everyone.
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