Sorry
I never posted yesterday, but it was one of those days. It started with my dang
fool dog barking his head off at 2:00 am. Although I never saw it, there must
have been something on our back porch that riled him up. I closed the sliding
door and he settled down, but I had a hard time falling back to sleep afterwards.
Then the alarm went off at five. Got my daughter off to school, but then she
called saying she forgot her notebook. I took a quick shower, dropped off her
book and went over to my girlfriends so I could use her canning stuff so I
could prepare all those apples we picked.
The
canning was finished with only moments to spare to get to the school to pick up
my daughter for a doctor’s appointment. It was the first time we were going to
this doctor, so of course I took a wrong turn and had to double back. I had
forgotten the directions at home, but I could swear they said exit 24A.
Apparently they didn’t, because the highway jumped from exit 22B to exit 26A.
What dingle-hopper was in charge of numbering the exits?
Whatever,
by the time I got home, I was toast. So much so, I didn’t even go to my
critique group last night. I just didn’t have the energy to drive down to
Princeton after driving over 750 miles over the past few days. There was an
email from the group leader saying they had twenty people last night, a packed
house, so I doubt I was even missed.
Today
is going to be sucked up by errands, cleaning, laundry and those infernal
insurance papers. Sigh… when am I going to find time to be able to write
again?? I don’t get it. If I had a “job”, I would not be expected to get this
stuff done during “work” hours, but since I’m home… I really need to put my foot down and say
from 9 – 2 I am NOT available to anyone for anything (barring emergencies of
course). Those are my “work” hours, and they need to be respected. If I don’t,
I’ll never be successful as a writer because I’ll never be able to finish my
stories!
Who
says resolutions are reserved to the first day of the year, month, week? Well,
it is Wednesday, the 2nd of October, and I am making my resolution.
This is a job, and it needs to be treated as one, by me and everyone else
around me. Five hours every day will be devoted to my writing. If my muse
decides to take a break during those designated hours, then I will focus on
marketing, or editing, or whatever, as long as it has to do with writing or
promoting my writing.
Today’s
blog post will happen as soon as I can get the internet up and running again. Translation:
after my hubby wakes up and can fix it for me. I hope you have a day, and happy
writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
A song on the radio triggers a strong memory.
While we were
traveling this past weekend, there were many times when our radio station would
fade out and we were forced to search out a new one. Our main objective was
finding a country station, but on occasion one occupant or another would ask to
stop on a particular song they liked. To keep harmony in the car, these requests
were granted, and when the song was over, the hunt for a country station
continued.
It was during one of
these scans when I had the opportunity to yell “Stop. Go back!” for I had heard
the opening notes to an unmistakable song, Bruce Springsteen’s Thunder Road.
Suddenly I was no longer a mom, in a minivan, on September 29th,
2013; it was July 7th, 1977 (7/7/77 – that’s how I remember
something that happened thirty-six years ago), I was eleven years old and
running through Six Flags, Great Adventure with my aunt and her friends.
Although it had been
many years since I had heard the song, I remembered all the words and proceeded
to sing them at the top of my lungs with a huge grin on my face – much to the
dismay of the other occupants in the car, but I didn’t care. For a few minutes,
I was a carefree eleven year old.
Your
Next Challenge is:
You have been put in charge of the annual fall fundraiser.
You are given carte blanche to pick the activity, theme, everything. The catch,
historically this has been the biggest fund raiser of the year, so everyone is
really counting on you. There are dozens of volunteers ready to help; you just
have to tell them what you have in mind.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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