TGIF

Ever have one of those loooonnngggg weeks where you need the weekend? Ever think why our days off are a measly 2 days when we work for 5 of 7 days? Who came up with that ratio!

I don't mind work. I prefer writing, but I don't mind work. I love keeping busy, I like to be productive, I adore that sense of accomplishment when I did a kick-ass job on a project or came up with an idea that'll really work and make a splash.

It's the amount of time I spend there that I don't like. Takes away from my writing, my time with family and friends, my time relaxing in the back yard or on the couch with the dog. I'd say it takes away from my TV time, too but that's minimal as it is.

Ever wonder why the faster we become the more time we spend doing things?

Ever wonder why some people over-intellectualize things?

And don't forget Tuesday August 8, Sonya Clark is joining me here to talk about her release, Mojo Queen.

Diligence

It's hard to write when so much else sucks up your time. I use this excuse a lot. It's not really an excuse when you fall into bed exhausted every night, but it's still an excuse when I don't write a damn thing any day of the week.

Embarrassing but true.

I'm heading to RWA National next week in San Fran, so I KNOW I won't have any time to write, but maybe I'll have a chance to doddle in the plot department for an eventuality of writing. That'd be something at least.

Fall

I don't really like autumn. I hate walking through piles of leaves because my allergies are so bad. These falling temperatures? I love the warmth. Give me 90 degrees any day. I get awful sinus headaches, and my nose is constantly stuffy.

Plus the days are shorter. Well, not shorter, though I really think they are getting that way. 24 hours? I either need another day off (a 4 day work week) or an 8th day attached to the weekend for everything I never seem to finish. Who's got the time?

September Goals

I find that whenever I write/tell/invent goals, chances are I'll ignore them. Not on purpose. It's just that I don't believe in doing anything small. I want to get a lot done in a short period of time, and I want it done right, right now, and that's that.

Life never works out like I want it to. Otherwise I'd have won the lottery years ago, living on some exotic island with nothing but me, pelicans, sand, sea, and internet access. A private jet is always a plus, as is satellite communication.

Back to reality...

My September goals are as follows:

1. Finish Sordid Games
2. Get past this mental block I have for Morganna's Story
3. Start a new mystery story (possibly mystery, not too sure yet) set in Chicago.

It's only the 4th...I have an entire month to do all this! I'll keep you posted on the outcome.

Another week

It's the start of another week, and another scorcher on the East Coast, and I've decided the best way to beat the heat is to write. The best way to remind myself of my goals is to blog about them until they're done. My plan, such as it is, is slightly revised from last week. Finish Birthrite - Morganna by mid-August, and Sordid Games by the beginning of October. I have faith in my ability to do so.

Heat or not. Beach or not. Vacations included.

I better get started...

Time

I consider myself a hard working woman. I like it when things are finished, and I don't mind working until they're done. In saying that, I find myself at a bit of a loss to describe why it's been a week since I've written anything. Can my non-writing life be that busy? Well, yes. It sucks up your time and energy. makes you wish for the days of less technology. OK, not really. Still, I'd love to get 10 hours of sleep a night, wake up and get what I have to done, and STILL have time for all the writing I want to do.

Laundry gets in the way, keeping the kitchen clean (and why is that always the first place that's messy? It's not like I cook.), and so on and so on and so on. It's never-ending I say. And I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Still, I find myself with a few minutes and think I should write something. I think it'll make me feel better.