Random wondering

It's been one of those days-- I feel like I woke up and hit the ground running and it's not going to stop till I get home this evening. Between issues at the Writing center, web page stuff at work, worries over friends, trying to find time for my writing, wondering if I'll ever get published-- it's not been an easy week. I guess I need to work harder at taking things one day at a time, one issue at a time,. But it's frustrating to sit here and look back over my life and realize that so many people have been published when they were a lot younger than me-- and here I am still plugging along and trying to get something accepted. Ever time I submit, I hope that maybe this time will be THE time. And every time, I'm disappointed. But I;'m still in there trying and I guess that's what counts.

And I am working on not feeling just a twinge of envy at my other writer friends' successes. Anne Lamott suggests that this isn't good, and I know it isn't, but it's hard to help sometimes. But I;m working on it.