A Starving writer

DH went on a morning trip a few hours away to get a new-to-us furnace, since ours needs to be replaced.  

The kids enjoyed their Easter, and I cleaned.  I had planned that tonight I'd come up and write, but here I am, upstairs, and my eyes are refusing to stay open.  I did read through he last chapter I wrote and decided I liked it okay for a 1st draft.

I find that while I work, if there is no one around to chat with, I think a lot.  And today I was working and started concocting a story in my head unintentionally.  So now I have this whopper of an idea in my head, that I have to set aside until I finish my current WIP. 

I can not even explain what a thrill ride I am on with this current WIP.  I am having a load of fun!  Someone else will probably read it and wonder what I was loving so much about it, but maybe not.  We shall see, someday, maybe. 

well I'm treating myself tonight with an ice cream Sunday.  So I think I'll go down and have that now, and maybe read for a bit.

Hoping to get up early tomorrow and try to get at least 1 hour of writing in before son #2 wakes up.

~R

Writing with my sister's mouth going a mile a minute

I spent the day at my Mom's babysitting my special needs sister so that mom could have an outing.  I made supper (beef and broccoli) and rolls, and then after supper I pulled out my laptop to try to write.  She decides now is the time to start singing.  First she started singing to the neighbour, who we call Peanie.  A version of Ricky Skaggs song Honey won't you open that door, except she was substituting 'honey' with "Peanie'.  After singing that for about an hour she started on Walking My Lord Up Calvary's Hill, and now as I write this she is singing to the top of her lungs "Momma Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys."  Hard to write with that noise going on...but she's happy, that is for sure.

I'm about to give her a roll with jam and cheese, maybe I can get a few minutes in while she stuffs her face.

Happy Easter!

R

This and That and the Other Thing

The weekends always turn out to be slow when it comes to writing.  I did write a little but not as much as I had hoped. 

I went to my moms at about 3:30 yesterday.  made supper for her and us: homemade fries and sloppy Joes.  I made some buns for her as well while I was back there.  we played about 9 games of dominoes.  I really suck at that game, out of the 9 games I won 3.  Mom was determined to stay up until my sister got home, but at about 1:30 we caved and went to bed.  She got home at around 3:30 and instead of staying the rest of the night I went home and slept until 11:30am day.
Son #2 was extremely crabby today, and I wanted to take him outside but there was a huge dog hanging around and I was too nervous.  I think it is my neighbors dog, really hope the dog don't ruin my whole summer.  Hope he keeps it in the house or on a leash at least.  So I ended up putting Son#2 in the van and going for a ride instead...a couple of hours out of the house seemed to do the trick for him.

I finished Stephen King's Cujo today, so this evening we watched the movie.  It was good, but like always the book was so much better. 

My dog is at my feet sleeping and growling at the same time over sounds she hears downstairs...hopefully she figures out soon that it's just DH talking on the phone.  I think she thinks she's scary.  It kinda cracks me up when the doorbell rings and she starts barking like a wild woman, and when I open the door the person always looks a little timid until they see the runt.  She has a big bark, makes her sound so much bigger.

Well maybe I will get a few words in tonight.

~R

Much Ado About Nothing

I'm writing earlier today since I'm going to be gone during my usual posting time.  Spending the night with my Mom, so she won't be alone.

I've been writing this morning.  Invented a futuristic car today, interesting little car if I should say so myself.  If I ever decide to try my hand at drawing maybe I'll do a  sketch of it. 

It's Easter weekend. With the whole family on weight watchers that means not as much candy as before.  For candy my daughter asked for a chocolate rabbit, small bag of chocolate Easter eggs, and a bag of apples(she's an apple monster).  Son #1 wants a family size bag of doritos, whoppers, and a Cadbury premium dark chocolate bar.  Son #2 can't talk but if he could I know what he'd ask for: a kitkat bat. a reese bar, bbq Pepperidge crackers and a box of macaroons.  Everything will be eaten in moderation of course.   Not much candy if you consider the overload we use to get...good for me both health wise and moneywise.

When I was younger my mom use to hide Easter eggs and big nest and buy us gifts and candy galore.  I remember one easter my mom bought me a get in shape girl set, I was on cloud nine.  i still have the tape and the ribbon some where packed away.  Then as we got older we opted for a weekend out of town that weekend instead. 

Well going to write a bit before I have to leave.

~R

I'm in a writing frenzy and my house hates me

I cannot help but share this story with you all. 

So I started writing 30 minutes earlier than usual this morning.  I was writing up a frenzy up until noon in which time I ate my dinner and chatted with my DH for 30 minutes.  After he left at 12:30 I rushed back upstairs before he was even out the driveway, I do believe.  My fingers were itching.  So the words were just spilling like crazy, and it seemed like I'd been writing for a long time and I glance down at the clock on my screen and start to freak 1:59?  Oh no, I need to quickly save my progress, get my phone and my cup, turn off my light, fish the dog out from under the desk, and lock up my office(I do this to keep the cats off my desk, and my son from ripping up all my papers).  I rush down stairs to prepare my son a snack, set it on the sideboard where he knows to go get it (can't leave it on the table since my little dog samples it while I'm gone to the bus).  I put on my boots and coat, and then stand looking out the window over the hill, waiting until I see the bus.  It gets here at 2:09 like clockwork everyday! 

I wait. 

Hm, this seems to be taking longer then usual.  Where is the bus?

2:10

They must be doing a bus drill today, I think.

2:11

It's getting hot in this coat.

1:12

what???  how did that happen?  1:12?  I am going totally insane! 

I rush to the sideboard and seal up his snack.  Fling off my coat. Kick off my boots, and rush upstairs for 45 more minutes of writing.

__________

I am loving this writing frenzy, but I really have to force myself to do housework.  I find myself cutting corners, or being satisfied with just the basics.  Friday, the kids will be home...I'll give it a good cleaning then, I guess.

~R

My tongue is burnt and my fingers are sore

Ahhhhhh, the feeling of having written.  It's a good feeling, I really hope my muse don't decide to up and leave me, right now he's really cranking out the inspiration and I am loving it! 

Something odd happened today, I was writing along, happy to have finally met Mitch after hearing about him off and on, although I was NOT too happy to have to meet him under the circumstances...not pleasant ones that is for sure.  When in between wallops to the stomach he decides to ask me "why in the heck are you calling me Mitch? Don't you watch my news reports at all?  And if you're just going to stand there and watch me getting the crap beat out of me, you could at least call me by my name.  It's Phillip."  So I had to find and replace all the Mitch's and now I have a happy Phil...well not really since I left him suspended to rafters in agony, with a bunch of thugs demanding answers from him between punches.  :(  Sorry Mitch...er, I mean Phillip.

Well I made the most yummiest seafood chowder ever!  It was done early so I set it aside until it was time to eat, but it kept calling to me, and so, I caved.  Shouldn't have but I had a few bites of the deliciousness and yyeee-ouch, burnt the very back of my tongue, practically down my throat...now my tongue feels all weird, almost fuzzy.

It's almost time for the Easter bunny, are you ready?

~R

My Brother Stole my Writing Time...and Frenchys, of Course

So this morning I had to take my daughter to the dentist, we left an hour and twenty minutes early so I could have some time in to frenchys #1.  Son#2 was in desperate need of some t-shirts for school, since he stains up ALLL his t-shirts and I can not get the stains out of them for the life of me.  (ANY TIPS ON REMOVING GREASE (PEANUT BUTTER, MARGARINE,) STAINS FROM T-SHIRTS, DROP ME A LINE IN COMMENTS BELOW). On the way to frenchys my daughter says to me.  "I really hope I find something nice at frenchys, so I can at least have something good about this trip!"  She absolutely hates the dentist, works herself up so bad over it that she actually gets a headache, and gets so dizzy...pretty much ruins her whole day.

Anyway, so we go to frenchys and she comes out happy as a lark!  Why would a girl who's going to be 16 in about 3 months come away from a used clothing store happy?  You'd think because she found some cool clothing, or shoes, right?  Nope, she found a skelanimal (this one), two pokemons (a Pikachu and a mantyke), and her biggest find of all a plush backpack Gir...all for under $5(together).  To her that was a happy trip!  In her defense at frenchys #2 she left with a pair of jeans, and two jackets, so she did get some clothes.  And as suspected she left the dentist with a raging headache.

We came home and after chatting and eating dinner, I had 1 hour left to write, only to get up stairs and have a message waiting for me from brother #4...so there went my writing time, but I always have fun chatting with him so it wasn't a total loss. 

I did get a bit of writing done tonight, and I'm heading off to do some more...on to a new chapter.

~R