I find myself on a very tight deadline. Through the combination of sickness, work, more sickness, personal stress and crazy bitches calling my phone for reasons that only make sense in the minds of immature twenty-something year-olds and even more immature men, I'm behind. I have right at 5 days to finish writing New Moon Rising. Not because there's a publisher and editor and other individuals breathing down my neck. But because I said I would have it finished and published by a certain date and not doing that would annoy me more than the insane work schedule I'm about to embark on.
There's nothing unordinary or otherwordly or just flat weird about the crap I'm dealing with. It's actually pretty ordinary all around. Everybody has strange work schedules. Everybody gets sick. I'm not sure if everybody has crazy ex's with crazier current girlfriends but I don't think I'm the only one so I'm going to count it as an ordinary thing. I'm even more sure that people have to deal with all three of those situations at the same time, as I'm currently doing, which is where the title of this very over-due and very short blog comes from.
Life is crazy. Everyday life is a special kind of nuts. So why would anyone add to that nuttiness with massive projects such as writing a book or recording a cd or working on an independent movie? I think the answer lies in the fact that for those of us with a creative bent, all of that is everyday life. It's as much a part of our makeup as a cow getting milked (sorry, my brain is short on analogies right now). What's nuts for other people is to some extent normal for us. Because I'm sure other people don't have brainstorming sessions about who the town villian is. But for a writer, that's probably something high on the normal side.
Or that might just be a special kind of craziness.