Honestly, I have been so damn busy. In between working an obscene amount of hours, (Think 24-36 hours overtime weekly) and other obligations, I am swamped. I really don't want to do the Church Children's Christmas play and tried to back out of it. But my guilt meter went into overload when the pastor and others contacted me about dropping it so I caved.
LOSER!!
Child care is eating every dime of my overtime so I don't even get to enjoy it.
But I am writing. Not as much as I like, but I am writing. And that is all that matters, I guess.
I will try to be better here. After the new year.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Critique partners and other strangers
I have two. And they ROCK!! He formed an online group and basically rip each other's work to shreds, which is I guess the idea but we are having fun doing it. It is like they can read my mind. They know what I am trying to say and help dig it out of my brain to make it clearer.
Speaking of strangers, who took my adorable preteen daughter and left me with the mouthy hormonal alien? The child who begged to wear a bra at age three now needs one and you would think I am using chinese water torture when I make her wear it now. It is a cotton sports bra, Chickie, get over it. You will be wearing one from now until the grave. Suck it up. And stop bawling like a sick calf. All I said was you needed to comb your hair. I did not call you ugly, I did not imply you are dirty and I certainly never said I was ashamed to be seen with you.
On second thought, if your don't blow your nose and dry up the tears, I WILL be ashamed to take you into public. I think it is time to introduce Little Chick to the wonders of Midol.
Speaking of strangers, who took my adorable preteen daughter and left me with the mouthy hormonal alien? The child who begged to wear a bra at age three now needs one and you would think I am using chinese water torture when I make her wear it now. It is a cotton sports bra, Chickie, get over it. You will be wearing one from now until the grave. Suck it up. And stop bawling like a sick calf. All I said was you needed to comb your hair. I did not call you ugly, I did not imply you are dirty and I certainly never said I was ashamed to be seen with you.
On second thought, if your don't blow your nose and dry up the tears, I WILL be ashamed to take you into public. I think it is time to introduce Little Chick to the wonders of Midol.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Ever have one of those days?
I swear, the past 2 weeks have been pure hell Earth. I have not had time to scratch my nethers let alone do any blogging. My job is in upheaval of a good but frantic kind, my oldest spawn is getting ready to go back to school *cue choir of angels*, my DH is doing as much as possible to do as little as possible and I have been brainstorming like a mad woman. I have at least 4 new ideas written down for when I finish this WIP.
Why is it I get these creative bursts when I am overworked/overstressed? Is it a defense mechanism or something? Does my mind need to escape of be fried? I think so.
On another note, I ripped a hunk out of my right thumb last night and it thumps like a toothache. It makes using my predominate hand a pain in the ass. Ahhh, the tribulations of a writer. Gotta be a plot line in there somewhere.
Why is it I get these creative bursts when I am overworked/overstressed? Is it a defense mechanism or something? Does my mind need to escape of be fried? I think so.
On another note, I ripped a hunk out of my right thumb last night and it thumps like a toothache. It makes using my predominate hand a pain in the ass. Ahhh, the tribulations of a writer. Gotta be a plot line in there somewhere.
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