What's It Like to Be an Author?

It's just like being anyone else.
I could just stop there, because that's a good answer--but of course there really is more.

This past week I had three doctor visits and had to pick up prescriptions. I figured out my dinner menus and went grocery shopping. I paid bills. I did a few errands.

I also had to go to a meeting. This is a necessary meeting because I'm paid by this group to write their monthly newsletter, keep track of membership, and answer lots of questions.

I'm also working on the program for the Public Safety Writers Association. That's almost done. I've sent out moderator and panel assignments--and hope I've got everyone on a panel they like. Because it's a writing conference, most of the panels are educational--though a few are entertaining. We have some top notch presenters too.

I gave a presentation to a writers group recently and will make more comments about that on another blog. I filled out an application for a spot at an Art Festival. This is the first time writers are invited.

Anyone who reads my blog regularly knows that my beloved Aunt Flossie recently died and family members are joining with her church family for her memorial service this weekend. We've been asked to wear purple as that's what she wore on most occasions.A fitting tribute, I think. We'll also be treated to some music she composed for her church--the church she was still playing the piano for at the age of 97.

Oh, almost forgot, I'm also reading manuscripts for a writing contest. Believe me that takes lots of time.

What have I been doing for my writing? Mostly promoting No Bells on the Net. Is it bringing in sales? Who know.

At odd moments, I take a bit of time to work on my next Deputy Tempe Crabtree novel.

As you can see, at the moment, my writing has taken a back seat to other things going on in my life. Never fear though, I'll get back to it.




Comments

Patricia Gligor said…
I enjoyed this post, Marilyn.
It's funny; I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have all the time in the world to focus on writing. I like to picture a bungalow on the beach with no phone and no other interruptions or obligations. Am I a dreamer? You bet!

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