Happy Tuesday, Doris here, with just a quick wave and an even shorter post, because I’m motoring fast toward the end in my current WIP.
Hence the title…
Can’t you just…?
…do XYZ, pop here for me, organise that.. oh, you don’t mind if….
I’m sure all of us writers are familiar with that lovely phrase of can’t you just…
After all, we’re at home, and if you’re like me with a substantial backlist and regular releases folks assume you can churn books out whenever.
Yes, well, erm.
Maybe some authors can do that. I’m always amazed at those who can write 8 K plus a day, every day. I have no idea how they do it. I’m not one of those authors. Yes, when my muse is driving me hard, my fingers fly and I have written as much as 8 K in a day before now, but that is very much the exception, and I’m completely wrung out afterward.
There is no way I could maintain that pace for long, even if I did have all the time in the world.
I fondly recall my writing plans now, for when my youngest started school full time.
I was going to up my daily word count to 4 K a day…
Yeah, what I forget in those lofty plans is that I still had to do all the other things that I did when he was home in the mornings. Walk the dogs, do the housework, run errands, the general hubbub of a busy household of eleven. The laundry alone takes up far too much of my time, as you can no doubt imagine. That and the washing up. It never ceases to amaze me the state the place is in when I come back from the school run, and everyone has dashed out of the door and left chaos in their wake.
I could ignore it, of course, but that would only mean I’d have to do it later, and when I’m home alone mess niggles at me.
It’s the usual state of affairs when the kids are home, and I can ignore it all then, but not when I’m the only one here.
So, by the time I get to sit behind my laptop, half the day is gone, and I don’t actually have more writing time than I had before.
I’m not complaining. I love my brood, and all the chaos they leave in their wake, but, no, I can’t just do… XYZ.
With that in mind, I’m signing off to write, and remember, folks, next time someone asks you that question, smile and say No.
One word, two little letters… go on try it. It gets easier. Might make you less popular, might lose you some friends—though one could argue they weren’t true friends anyway—but it is incredibly liberating. As we all know, and we have talked about many times on here, writing has its own timetable, and it rarely conforms to 9-5.
That’s all from me today.
Do stay naughty, folks.