Sitting at my desk bobbing my head to 'Trials of the Past' by SBTRKT and I am finally getting some work done. Yay me. I have to meet my own personal deadline and get this book done by the end of next month. I guess you could say that is a blessing and a curse that I don't have a publishing house. If I did I would have an actual deadline. Some days I think I need that extra push the extra motivation. Then the kids reek havoc with my day and all of my plans for the day go out the window and I am glad I don't have someone down my back screaming at me to finish my book. But it's back to work for me. My little mini vacation is over. I am anxious to get this book out so that I can find get some feed back on my writing skills. My husband says that I should prepare myself for the good and the bad feed back. My only hope is that there is more good than bad. Well back to work go ahead and bob your head with me. I gotta get back to work.
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So school is back in session my oldest two are gone and my youngest is watching Nick Jr in the next room. First order of business I have to do a little dance because the kids are back in school Yay. Now it is time to get back to work. I gotta crack the proverbial whip so to speak and get back on course. I have four books in the making and so little time to write them all. I've got to get back into my work out regimen, because honestly I miss running on my treadmill everyday (go figure right?) Who would have ever thought I'd miss such a thing but I do.
There is so much to do and so very little time. I need some help with time management. No wait scratch that I can make a schedule like nobody's business. Does anybody know where I can get a industrial size bottle of self discipline? I am in dire need of some I think I ran out sometime around child number two. Honestly I have discipline when it comes to the important things (i.e. anything to do with the kids the hubby the dog or the house.) It only seem to be in short supply when it comes to me and what I need. Then it seems that I can go with out, or I don't really need. I made a resolution this year and it was to take care of me. Sadly I think it went out the window sometime around mid February when we started redecorating the house. Well I think it's time I get back to me. Writing, exercising, and beautifying me. Aside from my work, I think I am going to focus on me for a while. I'll keep you posted on how well it work out for me ;) Ok world I've had my coffee, the kids are up, I have a few errands to run and then it's time to let the creative juices flow. Why am I in such a good mood today you may ask. Well it's because my oldest daughter reminded me this morning that there are only two days left of spring break. Woohoo color me thrilled. I have barely gotten any work done over the last week. Thanks to my three lovely children's constant bickering and the never ending cries of I'm hungry nothing has been done. I am so ready to get back to the quiet days of just having the two year old at home *smirking sarcastically*. Oh yeah good times. Although she does let me get more done than the older two, but not by much. I cannot wait.
Oh no I just thought about something that has slightly put a damper on my wonderful mood. With the end of spring break comes the end of the school year altogether. That means eight whole weeks of constant bickering and never ending cries of I'm hungry. I think I'm going to look into some sort of summer camp *raising my eyebrows suggestively*. Just kidding I love being a mom. But I do really wish I could get a little more work done. Oh well what ever will be will be. For now I'll just hold on to the thought that spring break is over in two days, and I'll try not to dwell on the fact that summer starts in about two months. The creative juices had better start flowing I have a lot to get done in a mere two months. Per a discussion I was having with my husband during a late night writing session last night (or early this morning however you wanna look at it.). We were talking about the most resent chapter of my book. I filled him in on all the details of one of my character's actions in said chapter. After filling him I became mildly outraged about what the character had done, and I called her crazy.
Upon hearing this statement my husband replied. "You act like she is someone you just met. Like she is really real." My answer to that is this. She is real she is in my head. I my head I can see and hear all of my characters. They talk and say things and tell there stories. When I was writing said chapter I was going one way with it but my character said she wanted to do something else. Who am I to stop her I just the writer? I then continued to explain that in order to be a writer you have to have a slight case of multiple personality disorder. I mean really your's can't be the only voice in your head. Yeah that wouldn't make for an best seller a book all about me. I just don't think I am that interesting. So I let my MPD shine through, and give my characters a voice. So if you have voices in you head that are clamoring to get out. You may be a writer (or you could just be crazy). If that is at all possible. A mother/ wife/writers work is never done. My day starts thus. I open my eyes climb out of bed and wake my two oldest children for school. Then I go and check on my two year old who is nine time out of ten in my bed though I am positive I put her to bed in her own room. Then it's time to convince my older two children to move a little faster in their effort to get ready for school. Plus someone has to take the dog out, oh and I'm pet sitting for my neighbor so I need to feed her cat.
Ok the kids are out the door and my husband is coming in from work. So that must mean it's time to get the two year old out of bed so that he can get in it (She may be small but she's a wild sleeper. You try waking up with a toe up your nose you'll put her out too). Since she is up she'll want breakfast. Of course she wont eat it. She's two she screams for cookies and I say no. However her daddy who is trying to sleep in the other room comes out and gives it to her anyway just so he can sleep. Yay for me now I have a two year old that is already hyperactive, jack up on chocolate chip cookies at 9am. Thanks honey. So as she twirls around belting out yo gabba gabba's latest hit at the top of her lungs (off key and remixing the lyrics.) I try to write one chapter just one before she is screaming for more food she wont eat. OK so I'll settle for half a chapter at this point. Time for lunch mac and cheese it is. You can't go wrong with that right? Wrong so now there is mac and cheese everywhere and I do mean everywhere. My God how does she pull that off it was only like half a cup of macaroni? Once I have finished scraping mac and cheese from the ceiling and out of her ears I decide to give her a bath. Because at this point there is only so much a baby wipe can do. With bath time over I try getting her to take a nap. Three hours later I have typed 4 words and put her back in bed 10 time. Oh good my hubby is up (sigh of relief ) I can have a break now right? Wrong again it's time for the big kids to get home and they want snack and help with homework and then I need to make dinner and hubby had to go back to work. The second he is out the door I start the countdown to when I can actually get some writing done 7 o'clock eat dinner 8 o'clock everyone take a bath 9 o'clock everyone in bed (sincere sigh of relief) . Time to type two chapters and have a shower. The thought that goes through my mind as my head touches the pillow (DEAR GOD I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW.) I think my brain may explode. |
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