I have been a very absent blogger lately. And with good reason. I’ve been hard at work on my second book. My goal: To finish Book Two (and to come up with a dag-blasted name for it!) by the end of January.
That is to say, to have a really rough first draft that I can start to work on in February, molding into something semi-literate that I might be able to submit to my agent sometime in the near future.
This has kept me busy. Very. Very. Busy.
As have blogs. Not mine (obviously), but yours. And others’. Time sucks. I wasn’t joking when I said that I’m a Blogoholic.
So, certain rules have been put into place. Time limits, so to speak, to limit the number of minutes that I lose every day perusing the annals of Blogdom. I am now permitted to check blogs in the morning, before the kids have left for school, which quite possibly means that I may actually forget to feed one of them in favor of reading something witty I’ve stumbled across. Hopefully they will learn the amazing powers of Poptarts for sustenance. In the evening, I can check them again (the blogs, not the kids), after I’ve finished writing for the day. Email will abide by a separate, but equally painful, set of rules. My cell phone shall be set to stun…er, I mean, silent.
Strict Rules = No Distractions!
(Why can I not write that with a straight face?)
Here, let me try again: Strict Rules = No Distractions!
Seriously, who am I trying to kid anyway? I run a household of five people, I’m the mother of three, and I’m married for crying out loud. There are dishes to be washed and laundry to be folded (we all know what happens when the hubby tries to help with that!). And let’s face it, those Poptarts and Lunchables are not going to buy themselves!
So, I apologize if I appear a bit…well, if I tend not to appear at all for a while. It’s just me, trying to follow the rules.