Hi! What do you think of the new look? I'm not sure. I'll live with it a few days and then decide.
Today I'm going to give you a writer's tip. I don't often do that because I don't often have any tips, but this one just came to me while I was in the shower. By the way, do you resent the amount of time grooming takes away from writing? I'm thinking of shaving my head so I can just get some hair tattooed on. Had a friend who got her eyeliner tattooed on several years ago. I've lost touch with her, though. I would like to see how it looks now. That could save a few minutes in the grooming department ... hmm, what else could we do to shave off a few minutes? Thinking, thinking, got it! Stop shaving legs and underarms. That would save ten minutes or so. Okay, maybe I'd better think some more.
Actually, saving time isn't really my writer's tip, but it does go along with it. My tip of the day is this: When you are writing, don't stop! Yes, I'm a simpleton. But seriously, don't stop when you're in the zone~you know what I mean~unless it's for the day job, of course. Can't always control those outside forces.
What I mean to say is, don't let everyday life intrude unless it's for a kid or an emergency. Those two things often go hand-in-hand, right? But the other everyday things can be pretty safely ignored. I know, easier said than done. You may have to disable FB, Twitter, email, Youtube, Google+, Amazon, your smart phone, the TV (the Olympics are pulling at me even as I write this -- something about the sound of raucous applause), anyhow, you get the drift.
What does that have to do with the title of this post you ask? And if you've stuck with me this far, you have every right to be asking that about now. Let's just say that my hubby, Dude, had a week off recently, and for once, we didn't go out of town and we didn't have any company. So I took advantage of him (he loves it when I talk dirty), and together we dusted, mopped, and vacuumed the entire house. Whew! I don't think that is what he had in mind when I said I was going to use him while he was off.
Oh well, more on that later ... heh heh.
I suffered many pangs of guilt as the dust-bunnies sprouted wings and flew through the air like those proverbial pigs ~ but I assuaged the guilt with diet Coke and loud music. The question is: How did I let it get like this?
Embarrassed to ask anyone else, I put the question to my author-daughter. That's when she told me about Writer's Squalor. Finally, validation! I'm a writer, a real writer! I let my housework go in order to finish writing a scene. Then I let it go some more to finish the entire book. Then came the edits. And I totally forgot about it while I played around with that evil beast, promotion. That's how I found myself in Writer's Squalor. Whoohoo ... I feel better now. Sometimes, all it takes is a label and a handsome hubby wielding a dust mop!
Afterthought: Let me know if you like or dislike the new format of the blog~if you couldn't care less, just send me a smiley face!