I've no doubt the universe has a great sense of humour. This week no doubt had it doubled over in great tear-rending guffaws as I attempted to get all serious about writing. Whilst trying to write, the fridge broke down, the possums ate all of the newly planted veges, the carport flooded, my son lost his glasses and we had to get new ones and it also became apparent he would benefit from a new school so I had interviews, forms, tours and uniforms to buy.
My brother visited sometime during this chaos. I'm sure I very graciously received his wisdom on writing since he is training to be a life-coach and is my baby brother (sorry Mark!). He did finish the visit by adding "Can you just hurry up and get published. I want to have a famous author as a sister." No worries mate, if you'll just step in and run the rest of my life, I'll nip off and get these novels done!
Do I sound like a spoiled brat that I want peace and quiet and time to myself? I'm sure I do since many authors have written under far greater adversity than my little domestic one. I can only say that as a recent beginner in many ways I need time to slip into my world and wrap it around myself like a blanket. That's for fantasy anyway. I have no troubles fitting in some non-fiction writing around every day obstacles. I mean look at me right now- I'm writing this and I have a ball and three plates balanced on my nose and am playing a violin with my left foot.
I did get some writing done. Unfortunately it was like peering in at my fantasy world from outside and through a dirty window. Let me in!
Meanwhile it's time to send more children's picture book stories off to the publisher. Apparently they don't come knocking at your door. But I intend that's what they'll eventually be doing!
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