Magicman
Basic
Last night or should I say early this morning, the cable television screen blanked out, the background noise vanished. A glance at the screen showed the 3:00 AM nightly update was in progress. What? It's 3:00 AM? I finished the paragraph I was writing and scurried off to the bedroom where I set the clock to 8:00 AM.
My sleep time suffers when I lose track of time, typing away, building the next scene in the novel.
Earlier yesterday...
I look out the window and the blades of grass are leaning over, the occasional one swaying in the wind like a hula dancer. When was the last time I mowed? I should mow today, after I finish this chapter - alrighty, I got two chapters written, it's time to mow the lawn. Why is it so dark? Well I can mow tomorrow. I better get supper going. When I enter the kitchen, the clean counter is littered with dishes, stacked like a magician would to spin them on a stick. Little gremlins called children made dinner, I smelt the aroma wafting in from the kitchen, heard the clanking of utensils on pots and assumed they would clean up after themselves. Never assume. Now I had to imitate the Flash - empty the dish washer, load it with the dirty plates and utensils, hand scrub the pots and pans, throw the roast into the microwave and set it to defrost, get the stove warming and the potatoes, and carrots peeled before she gets home - too late.... "What do you mean you only wanted to edit one chapter? Get your shoes on, we're going out to eat and - you're paying."
Are you addicted to writing? Do you displace other chores to make time to write? Is there a "Writer's Anonymous"?
My sleep time suffers when I lose track of time, typing away, building the next scene in the novel.
Earlier yesterday...
I look out the window and the blades of grass are leaning over, the occasional one swaying in the wind like a hula dancer. When was the last time I mowed? I should mow today, after I finish this chapter - alrighty, I got two chapters written, it's time to mow the lawn. Why is it so dark? Well I can mow tomorrow. I better get supper going. When I enter the kitchen, the clean counter is littered with dishes, stacked like a magician would to spin them on a stick. Little gremlins called children made dinner, I smelt the aroma wafting in from the kitchen, heard the clanking of utensils on pots and assumed they would clean up after themselves. Never assume. Now I had to imitate the Flash - empty the dish washer, load it with the dirty plates and utensils, hand scrub the pots and pans, throw the roast into the microwave and set it to defrost, get the stove warming and the potatoes, and carrots peeled before she gets home - too late.... "What do you mean you only wanted to edit one chapter? Get your shoes on, we're going out to eat and - you're paying."
Are you addicted to writing? Do you displace other chores to make time to write? Is there a "Writer's Anonymous"?