Yesterday I gave up trying to write book 3 in the Plus One Chronicles while waiting for edits on book 2. It’s just not possible because the edits on book 2 can change the beginning of book 3 significantly. I should have the edits today (I hope!!!) so that wasn’t a big deal. Except that I suddenly remembered why I started writing.
It keeps me from cleaning.
See I *used* to be a clean freak. There I admit it. But for me, writing trumps cleaning, and characters take up so much space in my brain that I don’t have any room left to fret about stupid cleaning. Yesterday, however, I got the urge to clean. So much so that I brought in a big ladder, carefully placed it on the landing and crawled up on the ledge over the front door to clean it.
I was fine. This is actually super easy. It sounds more dangerous that it is.
Wizard, however, FREAKED THE HECK OUT. Boy he was pissed. I mean…ticked off at me. His comment was, “How do you think I’d feel coming home to find you laying at the bottom of the stair,s flopping like a fish?”
That image baffled me. “A fish?”
“A dying fish” he amended.
“But I’m fine.” Which was obvious as I was standing right there. Perfectly fine.
But Wizard wouldn’t let it go. “Damn it, what if you fell? And I wasn’t here?”
I’m thinking, Here to do what? Catch me? But I kept my mouth shut and gave him a glass of wine. And I made him homemade fried chicken tenders which I never, ever make anymore because they are a pain to make and bad for us. He finally stopped lecturing me. Probably because his mouth was full, but still, a victory for me.
I also did laundry, ran errands, cleaned bathrooms, washed some floors, had a guy out to measure kitchen counter tops for granite, filled some forms for my publisher, did my expenses…this not writing stuff is exhausting! So then I set up my files to start Cowboy Marine (just a working title) for book 2 in my Once A Marine Series written under my Apodaca name.
I’m hopefully going to be working on revisions this weekend. What are you doing?