Ok. The Oscars is over and done. It was a wonderful party. Now, I’m back where I was last time. I have to write before the Scribe meeting. I’m determined it won’t take me as long to get started as last week off. I don’t think this week will be as busy as last time, either. I need to write through the week to get ahead. This is only the first draft I’m working on. I will have to go over it all again at least once. I have some things I want to add in a few areas, but mainly I need to do some pruning and cutting and a little fixing.
It is a struggle when you also work fulltime. I’m not the only one. Few authors can live on what they make from writing. I need to work on promotion, too, but it will help if I have more work out there, mine and Ed’s. I’m cooling on the genealogy a bit, so that will help as well. I kind of work in spurts, but mostly I just run out of time. And of course, garden season is upon us early this year. I have to get mulch and put down poison for the borers that will otherwise invade my iris.
Writing is not the exciting life that some people might envision. Most don’t live a life like Truman Capote did. I’m sure there may be some who still live like that, but I don’t know them and wouldn’t have the money to fly to New York and party. So I don’t have that distraction! I write best when I’m merely staring out a window at the world and maybe my garden.
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