Caught Me…

Even though I responded to Tess’s comment of not posting Sunday, Monday, and you guessed it Tuesday, with the comment that this is my procrastination blog and I was procrastinating, I was in fact, not.
All three of those days were spent constructively. I see you scoffing…now, give me a chance to elaborate. Sunday, I spent most of the day on the computer researching and the other half producing an outline for a new short story. Notes of which I produced in longhand. Monday, I stirred myself to begin polishing two completed short stories, “Monkey Junction “and “The Dare” to send out. Tuesday, I worked on more polishing and added more plot points to the “New” as yet, unnamed short story. Which leaves me today, Wednesday. THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING. I clearly do not intend to work on Thanksgiving, Tess as I will be spending most of the day with you…I hope.
I suppose I could tell you some of what the New Story is going to be about. Let me set up my thought process for you first. I began by thinking of things that interest me. I’m most interested by time travel, ghosts, what the afterlife is like, as well as the medieval, regency, and modern eras. So, I decided to try and combine those ideas into a treatment. As I’m kind of rushed today, My next entry will contain how I put things together.

Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!

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Another one bites the dust

Day 2…Actually, I surprise myself that there is a day two, at least this soon considering what a procrastinator I am. And let me say, I am exceedingly happy to share this small milestone with y’all.

It is Saturday and the day started pretty much as usual except no Dr. Phil. It’s around 3pm and I have this small block of time because house mate #1 had to work and #2 is on the couch snoring. The dogs are napping and yes, they too are snoring. I think I’d rather hear the sound effects from canasta.

The last few hours I’ve been on the computer setting up Google Reader to receive information on magazines that accept articles or stories from new writers along with guidelines and pay scales. I’m surprised that there are so many. I probably won’t start going through them until Monday. I’ll try to make the entries short for easier readability; so, having said that I think I’ll start sorting through some of my work in hopes of posting parts of them for your reading enjoyment.

A few very good reasons…

Being a procrastinator, (for a long time) I have created some believable reasons why I can’t get on with the writing. Take today; for example, I had to clean the house…well I actually did very little cleaning today. Thinking of the things that I had to do really tired me to the point where I decided to take all of my allotted writing time to set up this blog. Hey, at least it was something constructive.

Hang on a second, all this work has made me thirsty, and maybe I need a quick snack too, brb. Ok, My typical day starts something like this: I get up. Seriously, anyone suffering from arthritis or ruptured disks knows that getting up requires a major effort. The first thing I do upon getting up (usually 8:30am) is get my Large cup of coffee with French vanilla creamer and sit in my recliner slowly sipping while listening to my house mate play Canasta on her computer. My eyes are closed as I rock back and forth savoring the aroma and flavor of my sweet treat, my senses riveted on the low calls of red threes, jokers and multiple canastas emanating from speakers. I know it will be but a short while until Dr. Phil comes on. I’m not sure if watching him has become an addiction. All I know, for my day to go according to plan, Dr. Phil is a must.

If I’m inspired, (not often) I may do some writing. If not, I begin my routine of seeing to the animals. Next comes the cleaning I mentioned earlier. Dusting, vacuuming, doing laundry, cooking (I only cook Mon thru Thursday) all of which takes me the entire day to complete. Nights are taken up by avid tv watching. So, as you see, there is very little time to actually write. And let’s not forget the cat’s that are banished to my office which makes it really difficult to write there. My cat’s like lots of attention and they eagerly help me write by walking on the keyboard, all the while purring with glee at the new words created on the screen. I do believe my spell checker actually began to smoke once when the two of them fought for the right to rub their butt on said screen, while simultaneously slobbering all over my hands. Got to love them.

My day ends around 11:00pm and I’m usually too sleepy to contemplate anything but my bed. Do I go to bed happy? You bet.