The
last few weeks I’ve been trying to do edits on my fantasy and sci-fi mostly
because they are my two “finished” WIPs. I’ve even been ignoring my one romance
which is the closest to done of all my WIPs in that genre. However, the last
couple of days I’ve had a new story demanding attention and some resolutions.
Well
at first it was just one issue and I foolishly thought if I could just write
that scene I’d be able to get back to what I should be doing.
It
didn’t work out that way.
I
did resolve it but wrote myself right into another one.
Yep,
I needed to get it taken care of too.
I
think I’ve done it at least six times now and I know I’ve had to backtrack
closer to a dozen times because I either left information out or there was no
way it could possibly work so I’d have to start over at some point. I’ve had to
erase at least three scenes and try again because it wasn’t quite right. One of
those I’ve erased at least three times attempting to get the right results.
And
when I wasn’t moaning because it wasn’t working, yet again, I was typing as furiously
as my normal mom schedule would allow.
Other
than driving my kids hither and thither I have neglected my chores.
I
have not updated the checkbooks. Don’t ask me how much I have in the bank right
now, because I actually don’t know other than not much.
In
the last two weeks we’ve actually run completely out of milk, not once, not
twice but several times. Once we didn’t even have any juice in the fridge,
which rarely happens. It was weird seeing my fridge so empty.
I
have not done any laundry. Not to say laundry hasn’t been done in this house,
just not by me.
What
I did do? Up until this week, I made it to church each Sunday and, because
circumstances kept me from my Henderson’s Writers Group meeting a couple of
weeks ago, I made every effort to make it last week. My intent had been to make
it to church and my meeting this week as well.
Well
I didn’t.
And
no, I didn’t miss church because I was writing.
Sunday
I was sick.
Monday
I felt better and I intended to go to my meeting. I really did. So what was I
doing when I should have been driving to my meeting?
No,
I wasn’t writing.
Yes,
I spent most of the day writing, but what I was doing when I should have been
going to my meeting was cooking dinner.
In
fact, it didn’t even dawn on me I was missing my meeting until about an hour
after it generally ends when my daughter came in my room and asked me if I was
missing it.
By
this time I was engrossed in writing again and I kid you not, it took about
half a second for me to figure out what meeting she was talking about. Then I
had to digest the fact I’d completely missed it.
I
went back to my writing. Oh well. Next week.
Now
to understand the next issue I came across, you have to know my sister and I
attempt to get our posts up every Wednesday morning at 9 a.m. Mountain time.
Yesterday (yes, I mean Tuesday) just before 11 a.m. Mountain time, my sister got
on Skype and asked if I was online.
I
seriously panicked.
I
went so far as to pull my calendar out to confirm it wasn’t Wednesday. For a
moment I thought I’d completely forgotten to write my post while I’d been
working on my story. It was the most disconcerting feeling.
In
order to not get lost in my writing yesterday, and hopefully get some of my
chores done, I forced myself not to even open that file.
What
did I accomplish yesterday?
Well,
I didn’t update my checkbook or do my laundry,
I
did run a child where she needed to go and accomplished a couple of errands,
one of which was getting groceries. I also worked on my writing, considering my
post was due I tried to focus on it.
Tried
being the operative word. I fell asleep.
Good
thing I’m used to getting up early.
Now to see if I can get my chores done
before I open that file again.
Smile.
Make the day a brighter day.
