I'm Just Me...

It's definitely Fall outside. Autumn has finally come, and I'm fricking freezing! Ever since I moved into my new home last May, I've been enjoying my writing time on the deck. It's been nice having been able to say, "I've done most of my writing throughout the Summer months, outside, on the deck, while listening to the sounds of nature!" Everyday, I'd finish my chores, and then head outside to assume my chair on the wooden floor of my 'outside' office. It's been a joy to me, listening to the birdsong, and the children laughing while at play, and watching the animals scurry busily about their day, the breeze blowing across my sun-kissed warm skin, and a glass of homemade Iced Tea, or Lemonade sitting on the glass table by my side. Like I said, "nice!" I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I get my best ideas for writing while outside! But lately, the days have turned colder, and I've tried to stay outside, endur

Okay, so here it comes.. Ready? Are you sure? "If you're sure," I say in my sing-song voice...  "Just remember, you asked me! Don't blame me if you don't like what you hear!" I.. have.. a.. 'sick folder'! "What'sat?" I hear you ask. I say again, "I have a sick folder!"  "What'sat mean?" You ask me. It means.. I have a 'sick folder' buried deep inside of me, and the only time it comes creeping out, showing its sickening little smile, and sickening little thoughts, is when I'm writing!!! "Ewww!" I hear you saying. "Agree. Totally. And please don't shoot the messenger!" Here's what I mean, what I want you to know... A few days ago, I finished the ending to Chapter 6 of my debut novel!  "Yay!" I hear you cheer. "Agree!"  Well, I think I tweeted about writing the end of Chapter 6, and I know I sent a text to a close writer friend

Dang! It's been a busy week! I've barely had time to put six sentences together, let alone write six paragraphs, or six pages, or six chapters of anything! Yes, yes, that's an overstatement. I wrote a little. But not nearly enough to satisfy me. And I'm upset with myself for not finding more time. But, this was a difficult week with the loss of a dear family member, and every day tasks that I've let pile up on my shoulders, because, last week I made the time to write and ignored some other things, and what not. I'm certain, you will agree with me when I say, life is just, busy. And everyone is dealing with nearly the same issues. Work demands, household demands, time to spend with family, and friends, and taking care of little furry ones, running errands, paying bills, correspondence, and taking a few minutes for personal grooming... Lol. You get my point, yes? But, what time does that leave for writing?  Well to be honest, it got me to thinking!  "Uh-o