Monthly Archives: June 2011

Craziness continued


Made it thorough DD’s recital and DS2’s b-day party! Now I face huge heaps of laundry and the writing I haven’t done.

I need to get back to it. This is a transition week–last day of school is Wednesday and I usually do my writing at Biggby. Can’t really leave the kiddos alone for an hour or so–or can I? They are 15, 11, 8 and 5 (almost 6). The 11-yr-old is as steady as they come. 15-yr-old has his moments. Maybe I can take some time a few hours a week and work. I need to. If I don’t get this party started, I’ll never get pubbed. Read a blog a couple days ago that you should have a finished ms for every year you’ve been writing seriously.

Guess who doesn’t?

Sure I have reasons. Some are actually good ones. But not good enough. This is my job–or will be–and I need to act like it. So, this is me rededicating myself to my career, right at the craziest time of year for me. (Why do things the easy way? Ever?) I’ll learn to write around the chaos, too. That’s why God made iPods. Oh, wait, that was Apple. Close enough.

So tonight, the laptop comes back out of its (super cute) bag. And I will reaquaint myself with the wip I left behind the day in March when I got THAT phone call.


The month goes on….


Wow, this has been a busy couple of months! All the Golden Heart stuff (a heck of a ride, that) plus general life stuff (kids, sports, rinse, repeat) have made the time vaporize as opposed to just flying.

Now we are down to a couple weeks before Nationals and I’m–not ready.


I’ve got a couple of pitches to write, clothes to shop for–tho I did find a dress for the awards ceremony (yay!) but the shoes I’d bought to go with another dress that didn’t pan out won’t work (boo!). Still. I can shoe shop with the best of them so it’s all good. But it’s the other clothes combined with the fact I’m losing weight that makes it tricky. I need to buy stuff that won’t fit me in a month. (Yay! Boo!) So I’m waiting last-minute on purpose. Well, that and I’m a world-class procrastinator, of course.

But I digress.

Somehow it will all get done because it always does. I may even be sane at the end of it all. For now, I’m trying to enjoy the moment and the prep and not drive my husband too nuts in the process.