So, yeah, you probably noticed that I fell off the grid for a while. It isn't because I don't care about writing anymore. When people say, "I'm really busy," that can mean different things to different people. I've found that they don't often mean it the way I do. I mean it more than most.
For the last few months, I've essentially been working three jobs plus some side jobs--and I'm not getting paid for most of it. In fact, I'm paying for large parts of it. I have a full-time job that always promises to challenge and bewilder. We've had a harder year than usual, and I've been contending with problems and situations that tend to hyjack my daily work, which puts me into a lot of overtime. Then, in the late spring, my father's business experienced some significant challenges that he wasn't staffed to contend with and overcome, so I stepped in to help turn things around. It's been a real struggle, especially because it's long distance (he lives about 3 hours from me). I've found that it's damn near impossible to stop a speeding train without a crash, but it won't stop me from trying. I continue to teach and study karate for several hours three days a week. The classes are getting bigger, and the other instructors are getting flakier, which puts a strain on those of us who are there consistently. And I recently helped my sister's business with setting up some IT infrastructure when it moved offices, a process that didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. And I've been helping various friends and family with other things that have popped up. I've been so busy, I didn't even notice when my domain name expired! That's crazy!
In short, I've been spending every waking moment working on something for someone else. It's more than old. I'm beat, fried. It needs to stop, and soon. Or I will simply fly apart.