Hiatus

I guess I've taken a hiatus from blogging for a while. Just in case anyone misses me, I promise I'll be back. Like that proverbial bad penny, although, what with inflation and all, I'm at least a bad nickel now!

Life Interrupted

Actually, it's not life interrupted so much as it is that my freakin' new novel keeps getting interrupted. It's Day Three, and I've only got a little over 5,000 words! I've had to just jump in for an hour here and a few minutes there because this silly thing called "life" keeps getting in the way.

Why won't doctors, attorneys, DirecTv repairemen, propane gas delivery guys, Avon ladies, and frankly pretty much everyone else in the county understand that I HAVE MADE A COMMITMENT. If I is gonna be a writer, I has gots to write! Even the dogs are conspiring to keep me from having two connected thoughts. Buford wants in, Lizzie is hungry, Buford has to pee, Lizzie needs a hug. How on earth do people with children do this?

So, for one quiet moment here (well, quiet except for Buford's whimpering that it's raining outside and he really needs to pee so could I please quickly build him an outdoor toilet where he won't get his feet wet) Clark is in bed taking a nap, Lizzie is snoring beneath my feet in the little cave she's decorated as her bedroom beneath my desk (I love what she's done with the place, the sheepskin feels so good to my toes) it's raining so I don't have to feel guilty about all the outdoor things I'm not getting done.

I think it's time to pull up the Girl in the Mirror and see what Dixie is up to today. Well, as soon as I answer the phone and turn the burner off under the boiling eggs. And...