Writing is so much cheaper than therapy, and you can drink while you do it!

Writing is so much cheaper than therapy, and you can drink while you do it!

Friday, February 3, 2012

What a bizarre week.  Every time I've sat down to write there has been some cataclysm on the home front!  My laptop charger decided to go on strike...parainfluenza attacked both my children, and yes, I did manage to get sneezed on multiple times.  Right in the face. Snot mist. Lovely.
I caught it as well.
Croup, dog frenzy, cat with cancer (don't worry -- he's doing just fine), insane drivers intent on having intimate relations with my back bumper. Oi. The list goes on.
But I can roll with it. Mostly. It's the frustration of finding time for myself that leads to sleep deprivation.  I stay up until 4:00 am trying to work on a piece, and then find I'm typing gibberish. Rather like now. Snerk.
A sleep deprived smoking monkey is not a pretty sight. Ash in my fur, tangles in that luxurious baboon mane, mismatched socks. You get the picture.
But I digress.
A steady diet of hostess chocolate-covered mini donuts, cold instant coffee, clove cigars, and cough drops seems to have helped.  Possibly. It's helping me get through this blog post!

I wonder how other writers manage their time, balancing family with that craving to spew words onto a page...or a laptop screen...while sneezing. Graphic. 
Finding time to write. It's not easy. Sometimes when the muse strikes I'm knee deep in diapers and tantrums. No...I'm not wearing the diaper. But I am guilty of the occasional tantrum.  Sleep deprivation will do that to a gal.
My schedule has to be flexible.  Wicked flexible.  So flexible that it one ups Reagan and her home chiropractic neck swirlies.
Scheduling writing time is often like herding cats; just when you think you have them rounded up they squirm through the fence and make a break for open air.  I also liken it to juggling cats. Hissing, howling, frenzied and clawed entities both airborne and pissed, while you desperately keep flinging them in circles.

I love being a mom. It's perhaps the best thing I've ever done in my life. But balancing my creative side with the needs and wants of my children...Oi. My littlest little monster, Luna, has discovered that when I have my laptop open I'm not paying sole attention to HER!  Good times. Yeah.

When I'm so tired that the words stream an incoherent babble, I watch movies.
I recently saw paranormal Activity 3.
What a let down.

Almost a haiku with that stellar review, eh? BORING. Had some decent moments, but it was a sad prequel to the first two.

This smoking monkey gives the film a hearty thumbs down!

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