Better when I'm busy

I've Canary:  DD pulled up on my other monitor and will hop right on that forthwith.  Haven't touched it since the last time I blogged.

But what have I been DOING???

Well.  My short overachieving ass decided to buy 45 yards of fleece and make the family fleece blankets.  The only truly creative thing I can do besides write. 😊  I can also freehand cross-stitch, but that's been a long minute, and I would certainly need a magnifying glass now.  Hard pass.  

Acquired an air fryer, and I MUST play with the new toy which means:  Scouring the Internet for recipes I will actually eat I can pop in there and admire.  Take food porn pictures for Facebook.  Feel some sense of accomplishment for eating semi-healthy.  Rinse.  Repeat.  heh

Took youngest baby child for gallbladder surgery.  Not a good scene.  My poor baby.  She said she hurt worse over this than her C-sections.  I felt awful for her. 😭  

Flu shot.  Bivariant booster.  

But...the writing.

Woke up a little before 2 last night.  Bathroom.  Bed.  Wrote on my book.  In my head.  But it was vivid enough I remember the details, and it was a great scene and then some.  I knew I'd be writing today because you don't ever say "no" to the book.  Dialogue and scenes are a gift.  I'll raise my bleary-ass head, no matter the time, and jot down notes on my phone about my books.  

My Mercenary Girl is fighting another uphill battle or three.  Several beings have taken an interest in her movements and actions.  She's been marked by an ancient deity.  She owes a debt her mother should have paid.  Not easy trying to survive in this world or any other.  They don't know my girl.  But they soon will.

Always writing*

Pick your hard

 You've seen the "pick your hard" memes.  "Losing weight is hard."  "Leaving your comfort zone is hard."  "Being broke is hard."  "Change is hard."

PICK YOUR HARD.

*clears throat*

Attention!  Guess what?  Everything lately is fucking hard.  Grocery prices are at a heinous high.  The electric company here is raising rates to cover THEIR shortcomings, and it's making living even harder for those on a tight budget.  Have heat or food during the winter?  Thanksgiving?  Nice thought.  Christmas?  Hardly.  If all you can afford is pasta and cheap meat, if that, to feed your family, then nutrition is going to take a slide.  If you're working your ass off twelve hours a day to come home, eat, sleep, and do it all over again, guess what?  Working out in any way, shape, or form isn't happening.  

My hard right now is waking up with chronic pain, taking my short ass to my laptop, and working on writing I believe in.  I've finished two books since retiring.  Still receiving queries back from my first one.  And it's hard.  Hard to keep going even though I believe in myself and what I do with no encouragement from anyone but myself.  Belief in myself.  That's my hard.  Some days I feel like bawling.  Period.  Not that I lose faith in myself.  Not that.  More of feeling I'm rowing this boat alone, and my damn arms are so tired.

Dear ones.  I know you're tired.  I see you.  I feel you.  You don't have to "pick" your hard.  I have a feeling you have enough hard without needing a multiple choice.  If you need to visit a food bank, please do.  I worked full-time at one job, and when Thanksgiving rolled around, they delivered one of their Thanksgiving meals to me.  Slightly embarrassed but so thankful.  Look into programs that help with utilities and/or rent.  Enroll in WIC, if applicable.  If you don't have Internet, go to your local library and sign up for a card.  They have computers you can use if you don't have one at home.  Also, they have free wi-fi.  Look into acquiring a free phone from the government.  But please, don't give up. 💗

I'm off to tap around and work on Canary 2:  DD.  It's 65 in the house.  We don't want to turn on the heater yet.  I have my Grandma Newhouse's blanket around my shoulders and a head full of thoughts.  Take care of yourselves.

Always writing*

7-year anniversary

This has been one of those months where every day feels like a month in its own.  And we're only halfway through.

BUT...today is my 7th wedding anniversary!  WOOT!  We celebrated yesterday, but today is the real deal.  Been together thirteen, but wed seven.

Lunch with two former co-workers tomorrow.  Thursday will be a rough day.  Friday will be errands and chores.  Monday, my baby child goes in for gallbladder surgery.  That Friday is my oldest baby's birthday.  October is always busy.   

It's only supposed to reach a high of 62 today.  Oh my goodness!  I'm all about it.  Ready for fall weather and not sweating my ass off.  

About to open up Canary2:  DD and poke about.  Still have queries floating back in for Chimera.  This writing business is not for sissies.  Not even remotely.  😔  But I march on. 💃💃💃

Okay, my dears.  I'm back at it.  No matter what.  Have a wonderful Monday, if there is such a thing.  

Always writing*

I'm due

 Usually I have two different manuscripts I work on at once.  One is always an Erotic Romance.  But I've been busting my ass lately on my Fantasy Fiction.  I'd been supplementing my urge to write the naughtiness by writing FanFic in a FB group I'm in.  Seriously, I have to write the stuff.  Have.  To.  I've never written FanFic before, but it came easy to me, haha, because I know the characters incredibly well.

BUT...the book I started writing today has been floating around for about two months in my cerebral waters.  Hanging out in the Mind Cabin.  Chilling.  But it's been making itself KNOWN the past three days.  Scenes.  Dialogue.  Thoughts about characters.  And that's when I know it's time.  Folks...it's time.

I have the plot.  Premise.  Three or four important scenes.  The damn ending.  ???  Weird when I literally have the end scene before I type the first damn word, but I don't knock it.  But the best thing?  Oh.  It's erotic.  And I'm so on board with it.  🥳🎉  

I'm going to go fictionally frolic.  Everyone have a good rest of the week!

Always writing*