Overextended

Just had a minor panic attack because my new boss just emailed and says she would love to get me started this week.  Which is great news and also panic-inducing news.  Good because I desperately need the money, bad because I have absolutely no time this week.  I have novel pages due on Friday, an article for a magazine that is really important to me due on Thursday, I have Cutbank submissions to log and distribute to editors, I have all the normal classes to teach and workshops to take PLUS an additional workshop on Thursday with a visiting writer.  I have to devote most of the day tomorrow to writing and I am already worried I won’t be able to.  See the problem with all these encroaching responsibilities is that somehow the paradigm hasn’t totally shifted.  I still see writing as “fun”, especially when there are other more tangible pressing things on my calendar.  So those other responsibilities plague me and harass me and tell me that if I’m putting them off for “writing” than I damn well better be making the most of it.  I’m already skipping one class this week, just blatantly not reading the book.  Now I’m trying to figure out what else I can jettison, what else is lowest man on the totem pole.  And the answer is nothing.  It all needs attention.  Fuck. Cue panic attack, redux.  I better take a sleeping pill.