My, how things change with a newborn. But, at the same time, they don't. Testing new waters with Flash Fiction. Submission went out a few minutes ago.
Ha, Ha, Ha, took me since 8:30 p.m. (now 2:40 a.m.) to type up the final draft and name it. Oh, how the little things become anything but when you're feeding and diapering (sometimes simultaneously, it seems) a little one. Life as a mother is grand. I honestly would not change it. Our little guy is the love of my life -- hubby a close tie.
I hope the story does well...
Now, back to mommy work.
25 March 2012
12 March 2012
12 March 2012
Titanic show marathon, sweet! Not that it helps move the pen any . . . Ha, ha, yeah, woe are the distractions we writers face: tv, radio, kids (sometimes a valid excuse, unless you're watching them sleep), lack of kids, pets, lunch, looking for our keys . . . All mundane and all take the greatest amount of time from the day.
If I had to go meet family at a restaurant, I'd take my notebook and jot done any and everything while waiting for the appetizers, or the family to show up. Same goes for getting an oil change, new tires, a doc appointment, laundry mat, and so on. But, gods, when home on my own -- left to my own devices -- I lose all direction sometimes! Infomercials take precedence over my work. That's just sad.
How do we get so off tract???
Guess only the gods know, because everyone I know has not a clue. Just so odd that the simplest, pay-no-attention-to thing takes center stage when we have something so much more important to do. I would not go as far to call every writer a procrastinator -- not all the time -- but the label hits awfully close at times.
We can be fickle beings, have timid muses and ideas that live only to be fleeting, but, we do get the job done . . . when we finally get our arses out of the 'oh, look, shiny' loop of distractions. And, I guess that is the biggest obstacle of writing: the writer with the attention span of a gnat.
But, the pen must keep moving. So, time to turn off the boob tube (unplug the phone, lock the door; close the curtains) and get it in gear. Besides, what's a obstacle but a challenge in need of besting!
Bring it!
If I had to go meet family at a restaurant, I'd take my notebook and jot done any and everything while waiting for the appetizers, or the family to show up. Same goes for getting an oil change, new tires, a doc appointment, laundry mat, and so on. But, gods, when home on my own -- left to my own devices -- I lose all direction sometimes! Infomercials take precedence over my work. That's just sad.
How do we get so off tract???
Guess only the gods know, because everyone I know has not a clue. Just so odd that the simplest, pay-no-attention-to thing takes center stage when we have something so much more important to do. I would not go as far to call every writer a procrastinator -- not all the time -- but the label hits awfully close at times.
We can be fickle beings, have timid muses and ideas that live only to be fleeting, but, we do get the job done . . . when we finally get our arses out of the 'oh, look, shiny' loop of distractions. And, I guess that is the biggest obstacle of writing: the writer with the attention span of a gnat.
But, the pen must keep moving. So, time to turn off the boob tube (unplug the phone, lock the door; close the curtains) and get it in gear. Besides, what's a obstacle but a challenge in need of besting!
Bring it!
08 March 2012
08 March 2012
Hard to believe our little guy has been with us for 2 weeks now. Main reason I've been MIA this whole time. Wouldn't trade it for the world, though. We love him to death!!!
As for work, yeah, I don't know how people leave the house after having kids. So hard to put them down (for one reason or another). My hat's off to those who do.
So far, nothing got printed for the hospital -- not that I got much of any sleep there to begin with -- and very little writing has been on the table since returning home. But, I did get some work done on a screenplay and some sifting/editing done on my novel. Tonight, 2 hours since I first logged on was spent changing diapers and feeding our little guy, I found a few more publishers for flash fiction. I have some free-writes that can be turned into something more. And I look forward to doing so. Down side, between diapers and feeding, I lost a story idea for another market. I hope it returns tomorrow, when hubby takes our son for a few hours.
They love Daddy time and I'll get used to not being needed 24/7 when hubby is home on his weekend. Would be nice. But, for the most part, I guess I will work when I'm dead -- or once in a while when Daddy time comes around -- or if I can sneak to the pen and pad while he's sleeping. ;) hard to do, but I keep trying!
Here's to balance in work and home. May the tipping point not be too hard to find.
As for work, yeah, I don't know how people leave the house after having kids. So hard to put them down (for one reason or another). My hat's off to those who do.
So far, nothing got printed for the hospital -- not that I got much of any sleep there to begin with -- and very little writing has been on the table since returning home. But, I did get some work done on a screenplay and some sifting/editing done on my novel. Tonight, 2 hours since I first logged on was spent changing diapers and feeding our little guy, I found a few more publishers for flash fiction. I have some free-writes that can be turned into something more. And I look forward to doing so. Down side, between diapers and feeding, I lost a story idea for another market. I hope it returns tomorrow, when hubby takes our son for a few hours.
They love Daddy time and I'll get used to not being needed 24/7 when hubby is home on his weekend. Would be nice. But, for the most part, I guess I will work when I'm dead -- or once in a while when Daddy time comes around -- or if I can sneak to the pen and pad while he's sleeping. ;) hard to do, but I keep trying!
Here's to balance in work and home. May the tipping point not be too hard to find.
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