If you missed my post on Monday, there wasn’t one. 3 out of 5 of our family members have pink eye, ear aches, sore throats, runny noses, and…and…and…. I’m one of the lucky ones who isn’t sick, the other one is only 6 years old. Guess you don’t have to wonder who’s been dispensing medicine, tissues, and lots of love. I didn’t get any writing done either…but that’s okay because the book is FINISHED. Well, it’s out with critique partners and put away for a month while I tackle a book in a month challenge at Cobblestone Press (can you say erotic big cat shifters???) Luckily, I can plot and be a mom simultaneously (sort of).
Essie, the accidental mommy, has thrown down the gauntlet for us to reveal to the world our compulsive/obsessive habits. The ones that enable society to exist and keep us from sliding into a horror even Stephen King couldn’t contemplate (Dean Koontz, now, maybe he could envision my sort of horror — read Relentless).
My obsession came along long before I was an author, but I didn’t “own” it (i.e., I lived by myself and no one else noticed) until I was an author.
I check.my.inbox, um, constantly. Even when I’m writing, surfing the net, chasing spiders… my e-mail is open on my desktop. I’ve tried to turn it off when I write, but curiosity drives me to open it every one to five minutes. I found I spent more time typing in my virtually unbreakable password (which is near to impossible to type correctly the first time), every time I *had* to check my e-mail. So, it stays open so that I can see what has dropped into my inbox.
I’m also right on top of collecting phone messages & mail.
Now, the door? Someone else can answer that puppy, because I’ll tell you, no editor/agent is going to come to my house, so I know whoever is standing on the steps is either Jehovah’s Witness or for the kids.
So, do you have any obsessive/compulsive drive you’d like to share?