With all the distractions, it's easy to put writing on the back burner, but with the distractions getting older by the minute it is getting much easier to find the time to write.
My vacation ended, I went back to work on Tuesday after having the week off getting ready for the big party. My house has reverted to pre-party state. Papers stacked on the kitchen table, pub table; actually, things are piled on all the previous bare spots.
I now have empathy for Cinderella when the clock struck midnight.
I should be cleaning the kitchen, tomorrow is my daughter's open house and I have no idea how many people are showing up. I think there will be over 100 people and the kitchen is the last room in the house I have to clean.
What “I should” be doing is sitting on a beach sipping a margarita. I always set my standards too low.
I am excited about joining The Wild Rose Press with my short story "Happy Meal." This is a week of first for me. I've never been published electronically, never had a blog and never had to host a high school graduation open house, which will happen on Saturday, unless of course house work is fatal and I don't survive the dusting, vacuuming, washing and the sweeping of clutter into every available closet, nooks or cupboard.