I feel terrible. I want to help - so much - but time has this nasty habit of slipping away. Another friend asked me to read his manuscript for critique - about a year ago - and I told him I couldn't but that I'd go over the first three chapters when the book was finished. Well, he got the chapters to me a week or so ago but I have no idea when I'll get a chance to read. Critiquing takes a lot more concentration than reading for blurb. When I agreed, I thought -- three chapters will be easy. But I'm finding I'm wiped out by the end of the day and can't put my mind to it.
This year is already chock full of events and this was the year I'd planned to take it slow. Hasn't worked out that way. I'm not complaining -- I really prefer to be busy -- but my family and my writing have to take precedence. Otherwise I'm in deep trouble. It seems once I get my writing quota done for the day, and after I take care of kid-related or husband-related tasks, there's just no downtime.
If you're reading this, and you ever ask me for a blurb or for a critique and I beg off, please know that in my heart I really want to help. I just can't find the time anymore.