Then again, oops, nope, I got a life!
My husband is retired and when I come home he wants to talk, tell me of his day, show me the stuff he has done... but I race to my office and sit before the Toshiba and try to get my eight pages done.
He would like me to cook dinner for him once in a while. I love to cook but for the last few hours while I was at my office filling out paperwork for my job at TENNderCare my thoughts came back to Flannery, her secret, Parker, Heatherwood, Phoebe and Ruby and I want nothing more than to work on their story.
When our daughter was little, she had a desk beside mine and we worked together, me on my book, she on her homework. Taking time out to do stuff with her and Daddy was just as difficult but for some reason, I am more agitated with the thought of not having enough time now- to get all the stuff done in a course of a day that needs to be done.
I love my job as the TENNderCare Representative in Maury County. I get to work part time. I make my own schedule, and if I don't work the hours they are fine with that. No questions on why I am taking a 3 day week-end. No one upset because I am late into the office... I LOVE IT.
Little things I have to stop and do - some of which are quite frankly annoying when you are on the roll with your writing. Like eating, sleeping, going to the ...... well you get the idea.
I love my life we have made here in Tennessee. Active in church, active in missions, active in teaching God's Word, so when do I get to write?
Well, although I keep hoping for an angel to give me an I-Pad or tablet so I can really type anywhere, I carry a spiral notebook with me. A bit old fashioned- to be sure- but it works!
Today as I was waiting for my opportunity to speak at this mornings event, I got to write 3 pages- long hand on Flannery's story. I also thought of the outline of this blog. When I am at a place where the notebook is a bit awkward- 3x5 cards still work!
I also work out plot lines while I am driving. While in the '80's, when I talked to myself in the car, people looked at me like I was Nutsy Fagan... but ah ha now they think I am on my cell phone!
Let's face it, writers are a bit nuts- but I think I am a bit more on edge when I can't get the quiet time I need to get the thoughts on paper. I close the office door, put on my pink hat and I am in Heatherwood with Flans, Parker and the gang.
Perhaps I am a bit more anxious for this book to be done because I have had it in my head for so long. Perhaps its the fact that I am getting older and know that my time can be gone in an instant. These characters have grown (while the names, faces and places have changed) the heart of the plot is so dear to my spirit. I see them as I see my own memories of my daughter growing up, or even my bridegroom on the day we married I see all my characters before me begging me to finish this work.
In any case as always I have remember that we all have to arrange our lives to do what we love. And that doesn't matter if you are a writer or someone who loves to paint, sew, scrapbook, cook, or watch a good movie... we all have to arrange our lives.
Usually I love chocolate- but for now its Flannery's Secret and getting it to press.
In His Grip.... Trish