What a week!!! Let's see, in the past seven days we've done taxes, had a super sick kiddo (thank goodness she's now on the mend), discovered a new critter gnawing his or her way into our house, had a prom to find a suit for, celebrated Easter at a Mexican restaurant, got Daisy trimmed for warmer weather, discovered our two-year-old stove is breaking and four-month-old fridge is on the fritz, said some pretty major hellos and goodbyes, toss in a sprinkling of family drama, and in case that wasn't enough, today, on what was supposed to be me and Hubby's fun afternoon casino date, we both left the Osage as big sad losers.
In the midst of all of that, I managed to squeeze in some writing, but not nearly as much as I'd've liked. Part of being a writer is tackling lots of questions--where do I get my ideas? How long does it take to write one of "those" books? Are you rich? And the one I struggle with the most--how do you summon creativity and romance on demand?
Each New Year's Eve, when I'm trotting out my tried, true and often failed resolutions, along with losing bunches of weight, I always vow that this will be the year I don't let outside issues interfere with my writing time. Why am I bringing this up now instead of back in January? Because it's only April and here I am, already sweating the little and not-so-little things that take up valuable space in my mind!!
Meanwhile, poor Tristan needs me to help him come to grips with his ex's remarriage and cross-country move with his son. Then there's Brynn--feeling thirteen months pregnant while single-handedly raising a sullen six-year-old and dealing with the fallout of her murdered superstar baseball-playing hubby having hidden secrets more devastating than she feels capable to bear. Their problems make mine seem silly, so why can't I put their issues front and center? Why does yet another squirrel or raccoon dining our house take center stage in my head when Brynn's baby is due any second??!! See? I must learn to set priorities, people!!
Okay, so I'm taking a deep breath and vowing that next week my fictional characters are going to feel far more real than the usual chaos ruling our home. If an appliance breaks, I'm not going to let it get a rise out of me. If anyone has drama, they'll need to make an appointment!! As for all those pounds I'm supposed to be losing, I'm already down twenty . . . should I go for twenty-five? :-)