Just a quick note to keep you updated on my misadventures. Or, maybe not such a quick note.
Flu. Yep, the flu came to visit our happy home. Little man came down with it on the 19th. He spent all weekend being flu-y and sick. Monday rolled around and off to school he went, feeling better.
Tuesday, I woke up feeling like someone parked a truck on me. Thankfully, hubby was able to play chauffeur to little man since the insane headaches where making me just a tad grumpy.
On days that I could think straight, I read a wonderful book called “The 8-minute Writing Habit” by Monica Leonelle. It really helps lost writers find their way back onto the writerly path.
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This may sound horrible, but I cannot even express the amount of joy I have for the start of school next week. I love my little guy dearly, but I need a break. It’s very difficult to write or take an online class with my lovely editor while he’s sitting on my lap. We’ve been having almost daily thunderstorms and he gets very clingy with all the noise. I can’t say that I blame him. So, I just hold him and try to keep him calm until they pass.
“This too, shall pass.”
I sat down to write a blog post Thursday afternoon (2-11-2016) and was immediately distracted by an idea for my WIP. As I’m pretty scatterbrained, I dropped everything and dove into writing. I didn’t stop until it was time to go pick up the kiddo several hours later. This is a very good thing.
And then it was time for the after school chores: snack, homework, dishes, dinner, etc. Looking at the calendar, I realized that it was a four day weekend because the local high school was moving into their new digs and all the kids were off to give teachers the chance to pack and move. Not only were the high schoolers moving, half of the elementary classes were shuffling into the old high school. Yay. Thankfully, Little Man won’t have to worry about moving to a new building until next year. Continue reading
5. Reading. I horde books. When hubby asks me why I have SO many books, I tell him I need them for ‘research.’ I don’t think he’s caught on yet. It’ll be our little secret.
4. Time Alone. Writing gives me a great excuse to be alone. If I don’t want to do the dishes, it’s because I suddenly thought of a great scene I just have to write down. (Or I needed to check my Twitter or Instagram).
3. Murder. When there’s someone in your life that deserves to meet a particularly horrible and untimely death, but you don’t want to live the rest of your life on death row, you can just kill them over and over again in your writing. (I have a relative, or two, that has a future as multiple victims). Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to post an update but I’ve been a tad bit busy.
First there was the 4100+ chapter six that I sent off to the amazing editor. She said it would be a few days before she got it back to me. Which turned out to be the next day. Did I mention that she was amazing?
Then there’s the whole ‘end of the school year’ song and dance. And that means lots of meetings; teachers (for the annual IEP, goal planning for next year, and a game plan with home work for the summer to make sure there’s no regression and he’s ready for the next school year), therapists (more goal planning, homework, etc.), care coordinators, doctors, the list goes on towards the never setting sunset. Continue reading
This week has been a whirlwind, but then again, what week isn’t? If you have a kid, a pet, a partner, or a life, I think you know what I’m talking about. There’s always someone or something whining for your attention.
And if that weren’t bad enough, I had a couple of days filled with paralyzing fear. Not the “I can’t leave the house” kind (although, I have experienced that once or twice before). Nope, this was the “My writing sucks. My characters REALLY suck because they’re talking to me but I’m not understanding them. I give up. I’ll never be any good. I wonder if McDonald’s is hiring.” Continue reading
I forgot to write a post for this week. Oops.
This week has been such a whirlwind that I’m not even sure what all I did. I recall scheduling surgery for my eight year old son. He has to have two teeth extracted. Because he’s non-verbal and autistic, we’re seeing a dentist that specializes in special needs kiddos. She recommended, for his comfort and safety, that we schedule it at the Children’s Hospital where she can put him under and do the extractions, cleaning and x-rays. She also assured me that because he’d be in post-op, I’d have the help of the nurses to comfort him when he recovers. THAT is huge.
And my vacuum decided to kick the bucket on me. The bastard. Now I have to go shopping. I hate shopping. I know…a woman that hates to shop. Well, unless it’s for old fashion stationary, purple pens, and of course, BOOKS. I could spend days in a book store. Ebooks are great and all, but I still love the feel of a paper book. Much to my husband’s dismay. Every time he comes home, there’s a new stack of books waiting to be read. Continue reading