Have you ever spent THREE WHOLE HOURS in Target? We did, yesterday. That’s what we get for doing a family shopping trip. Everyone needed things (okay, I just *wanted* colored filed folders for my writing stuff) but Drama Teen needed new tennis shoes, Kinderboys needed new socks (theirs are always in holes), even hubby was shopping for a calendar/planner. He’s picky and frugal (C-H-E-A-P, that spells frugal). He found a Franklin Covey planner that *might* be just perfect, but…it’s $130 (I don’t blame him, I don’t think I’d spend that much money on a calendar). The $20 planners at Target/Staples/Walmart/Online have been calling for him to do some comparisons. So, we spent some time in the office supplies and then just meandered through the store enjoying our popcorn, sodas and together time. There were no temper tantrums, no fits, no….nothing. It was wonderful!
I spent most of the weekend not writing but doing craft-improving things…reading, reading, and more reading. Most of the reading was focused on writing-related articles; however, I took out a little time to enjoy Plum Spooky, by Janet Evanovich. Research, I tell you. It’s all research!
After having had ill people in the house for a total of four weeks and being ill myself for almost two weeks of that time, the sun came out a couple of days ago and I think it’s here to stay! Wahoo! I woke up still a little pink around the edges of my eyes but tossed in my contact lenses anyway. Then, despite the fact that I didn’t want to, I went for a walk. Not my 2-mile version, but put in a little over a mile and am feeling darn spunky.
With that…I’m off to write. I have 14K to pound out in 9 days. I think I can, I think I can (even with spring break fast approaching)…then, I’m gonna print off my historical romance (working title Nevermore) and take it camping with me. I plan on editing the historical while the Big Cat shifter “cooks”, the same way Nevermore has been simmering. This method is just an experiment on my part…I’m honestly not sure this is the way I *can* write, as my historical novel keeps bumping elbows with the shifter story in my mind (picture two kids in the backseat of the car shrieking “he touched me” and “he looked at me funny” at inconvenient times). I may end up being a one-story-at-a-time kind of gal. Which is okay too. Because you know there’s only one rule a writer has to follow and that is: