Marilyn's Musings

People often ask about my working habits--and to be honest, sometimes they are good and sometimes not. Oh, I do plenty of work at the computer but too often it has nothing to do with my work in progress. I'm planning promotion, writing blogs, answering emails, and checking on Facebook--where I also do some promotion--but not working on my book. I've learned over the years I have to write in the morning as my brain doesn't work as well in the afternoon. But afternoons are also a more difficult time to do any physical labor I might have planned: cleaning the bathroom, dusting my office and bedroom, etc. And if I do that in the morning, then I'm too tired to write, vicious circle. Labor day I decided the first think I would do was write--and that's what I did. Got about six pages written before I pooped out. Oh, I know exactly where I'm going with this book, and having fun doing it, but I have to have a nimble brain to write and after I've written for two or th...

I made a vow to myself to post once a day. I also vowed to write more. If I start the day doing emails and commenting on blogs and posting to my own blog, half the day is gone before I start writing. Today, I did read my emails first but only responding to what was important, then got to my writing. Unfortunately, I had a lot of distractions and didn't get near the writing done I'd planned. What kind of distractions, you ask? We're having two small downstairs bedrooms remodeled to become our bedroom and a large closet. It's being done by two grown grandsons. Believe me, they are much harder workers than the contractors we hired to re-do the bathroom and kitchen. Both young men have had some experience with all the tasks they need to do and grandpa is around to guide when necessary. But it's different having grandsons who call out, "Grandma, come and see this." "Grandma, how does this look?" while they're playing their very loud music. The end...

Yes, life does get in the way of writing. Though Iknow what a pain it is to remodel, we're now in the middle of redoing a bathroom. It's a major project as everything at that end of the house was built in a ramshakle fashion. And like most contractors, the workers never show up when they say they are coming. This guy was smart though, he didn't say how long the job would take. The room is at the end of a long hall with my office at the other end. There's no door on my office and it's the only way to get into the rest of the house--so that's going on. I'm trying to work on my next Deputy Tempe Crabtree novel which I was half way through when I got side-tracked to ghost write a thriller. Of course I did it because the money was good. We have a grown grandson living with us who likes to check on what I'm doing, somewhat like my husband, he'll come and sit in the extra chair in my office. Our next to youngest granddaughter is graduating from high school ...