Once, in the early days of internetonia, Alex J Cavanaugh created the Insecure Writer's Support Group, the one day out of the month that I can whine and complain about whatever writing related issues I have without fear of judgement.
This month, it's time management that gets me riled up. I've whined about this one before, but it does cause me great concern. I simply can't function as a father/husband and do all the peripheral things that would-be authors are expected to do. Especially when my job decided that I needed way more work to do on a daily basis.
Instead of acknowledging these things and having a plan. I half-ass all of them and hope no one calls me on it. It's burnt me on more than one occasion.
So what to do? I have no idea. I want to do it all, and have been reluctant to cull back on my commitments in some vague hope that I'll just 'figure something out' and not have to give up anything. But the first step in solving a problem is admitting one exists. Wish me luck.