…why does Life keep interfering with my writing? Who’s going to eat all this leftover turkey crammed inside my fridge? And why am I the one stuck with thinking about it? And why does my home look like the inside of a frat house? And again I say, when can I get back to my writing? 
I now understand why many historical writers were hysterical curmudgeons, not to mention recluses. It’s the only way you can get your work done.
A short time ago, I finished giving my mother-in-law’s dog a bath. There were a myriad of steps that led to it, but there you are. She and her son, my husband, just went swimming. The house is quiet. Finally. Praise the Lord and pass the pen.
LIVING VS. WRITING. WRITING VS. LIVING. And never the twain shall meet.
Well, hardly ever.
5 responses to “Well, Thanksgiving Has Come And Gone But…”
Life does manage to interfere a LOT with my writing, but I let the housework go the past several days so I could reach my NaNoWriMo goal. Blogged about the results today.
My turkey leftovers went into the freezer and I've got to do the same with the ham leftovers today. Was going to make bean soup, but kept forgetting to soak the beans because all that was on the brain the past couple of days was finishing NaNoWriMo.
Have a wonderful day!
I've given up on NaNoWriMo. I'm 20K words behind, visiting the grandkids. Spending time with them is more important, even if it's just watching movies together. Although, I have written a few words here and there when they were doing other things. Have laptop will travel.
Hugs,
Rochelle
Roseanne, so true! Altho, I would really like it if my muse could figure out how to make light of housework.
Gail, I never thought about it like that. A novel is written 5-minutes at a time. When you can write 5-pages at a time, that's heaven.
And now at least, the house doesn't smell of dog anymore! Don't get me wrong, I love dogs. We live with 2 cats and while sometimes their litter box could be a secret weapon, they themselves have little or no odor.
Tell me about it! But I think that's what makes us writers — that we grab just five minutes if that's all we've got. Novels are written five minutes at a time! Takes an obssessed madman (or woman) to write a novel that way!
True, life does interfere, but it's those interferences that give us our life experiences and something to write about. As for the turkey, can't help you, as for the house, well, you're on your own.