uh-yeah

Seems like I am always waiting for something. I am waiting for the kids to go to school for quiet, waiting for the weekend so the dh can deal with the kids. Waiting for the movie to end, ’cause I need to watch the WHOLE thing for inspiration. Waiting to finish this book to work on the next.

Well, let me tell ya… quiet or no, stuff still finds a way to wiggle in and draw you away. Weekend or no the kids will bypass dad to get to you to ask for the 50th time if they can have a snack. Whole movie or no, there’s always another one on (then another, and another…). When you don’t work on either does it really matter which one you intended to finish first?

You just have to DO IT.

It’s trite. It’s simplistic. But it’s the truth.

I won’t say that I have a “gift” for writing. But I do have a passion for it and it seems like a waste not to indulge, explore, hell even exploit this passion for all it’s worth. I have tried to pull back–believe it or not. I don’t know that I ever said aloud, I will not write anymore. But in my heart, I have played my own little self-pity game of, “ooh, you suck; don’t kid yourself.” Give it a day and I totally buy into that. Give it three and I am scribbling notes on the corners of napkins, gum wrappers and going so far as to spell out words to the 7-y-o that in his 1st grade scrawl run together he hopefully can’t piece together: doitinthebackofaminivan.

Sure, I can come up with an excuse not to write. And I have heard everything you could possible think of–trust me on this, I have MANY writer friends. But I can’t not write any more than not breath–again, trite, but true.

The voices don’t go away because you park your lazy ass in front of Lifetime or vacuum the living room for the third time in a week. The yearning to tell Character X’s story doesn’t go away just because you have a “day job” or sick kiddo at home. The voices only go away when they don’t have anything to say anymore and that frightens me more than picturing the H/H doing the nasty while sitting through another PTA meeting hearing about school t-shirts.

Just Do It!

BICHOK = But In Chair Hands On Keys. I need this tattooed on my remote control, phone answering, mini-candy-bar-popping (GAW Halloween sucks) hand.

So right now, I am waiting for Nano to start next week…. :wink:

Update ~

AND I was waiting for the SP wbesite to post my new cover so I could share it … and it’s out now…WOOHOO!