As I sat this morning (after the luxury of sleeping in until 6:30)making my lists, finishing the laundry that didn't get done last night, I sipped my coffee not a care in the world. Until I realized it was now 8:15. Duh, it's Friday. OMG - I never did my blog last night!!!!!!!!!
For those who don't know, I am a sports mom. I am that loud, cheering mom on the sidelines all dressed in team colors, camera in hand and adult beverage in cleverly disguised "sippy cup". Oh yes, that is me. Right now my family is in full soccer swing. We are leaving later this morning for a tournament in Niagara Falls - hence my lists and continuous laundry. You see, we had a game last night, where I had just enough time to walk through the door, inhale a piece of leftover lasagna before flying back out the door to sit in evening traffice on our way to the field for a game that tied and went into PK's (penalty kicks for the non-soccer crowd). I am the proud mom of a goalie, who is playing field for the first time in 4 yrs but is back in goal for this weekends tournament since our regular goalie is on vacation. And my son totally ROCKED the PK's. Our team won! And he proudly displayed the turf burn on his legs (which reminds me I have to get more bandaids at the store this morning). But...we didn't get home until after 8:30 when I proceeded to start said laundry and lists.
All week has been like this. My Diva had a game Tues. while Goalie-boy had practice, and practice again on Wed. night. Thank goodness I was able to squeeze in some writing while blowing off the day job in the afternoons. Cuz sometimes you just need the mental health time. :-) Not that I was able to do a super lot - but I plan on making up for it during the car ride today. I'm trying not to let this buzz of activity take me off course. You see I am eager to finish plotting my MG story, and I've taken a partial of an old cozy idea and deciding to throw it out as a romantic comedy novella and self pub it! That and an old romantic suspense that is totally catagory and is just screaming self pub me!!
But this crazy week gave me down time in the evenings to critique for my CP and get her stuff back to her in a timely manner. And of course, there's the constant 'day dreaming' of my own work - which is writer code for "plotting". :-)
So it's all good! The crazy in life keeps us on our toes. And what's even more amazing (and probably crazy, too) is when amid all the chaos, we pull the most productive and best work we've ever done as writers. Seriously? Isn't that how it always seems to work? Put the keyboard in front of me and force me to write, and I've got nothing. But let me become the mistress of multitasking and I will not only take notes and get pages done, but I will cook dinner, do laundry, shuffle the whole damn soccer team, clean my house and even put gas in the family vehicle!
Oh yeah! We writers are just awesome that way.
**Ding** there goes the bell (well, actually the dryer stopped) so I'm off and running. Make the most of the crazy - I bet you'll be surprised at what you actually accomplished once the dust has settled!
Now where did I put my team visor and cowbell???????
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cowbell? Oh no... those poor kids :-) Ha ha.
Have fun in Niagara!
And thank you soooo much...you rock as a cp and helped me make book two so much better!
Now keep plotting your own, chica. It rocks, too.
I had forgotten how much time teenagers consumed of your day!!! My hubby traveled, so it was all on on my shoulders. There was one hole-in-the-wall restaurant in town where the waitress had our drinks on the table by the time we were seated. She's ask, "The usual?" and we'd nod. No kidding!
Your story is kinda like the crisis junkie way I like to write. For some reason it works, but not without a lot of "adult" beverages and panic attacks.
Have fun in NF, Barbie, and good luck with the games.
Barbie Jo: What fun! My husband often says some of my best years were when we were raising the kids, he was i Asia, I was working full-time, traveling a distance to finish my PhD and just not worrying about laundry. The kids learned to make their own lunches and we bought a small stool so they could learn to put their clothes in the washer and still reach the controls. Of course we went through lots of laundry soap for measuring was not a concept that went over easily. My mantra in those days was, "Don't worry, We'll just buy more underwear."
I'm guessing the cowbell is to go on one of the kids so they don't get lost.
Don't forget to pack the barrel in case you decide to take a trip over the Falls.
Good luck at the tourney.
You are a sports mamma! Me too, but thank goodness ours is over for a month or so.
Your blog reminds me of something a boss of mine used to tell me. The busier we get, the more productive we get. There's something about human nature that makes us rise to the occasion. I've experienced this first hand. Sit and stare at the computer, but get a thousand other things going on and the writer side starts clammering to get out.
Good luck with the tournament.
wow! being a sports mom suome kinds one in a million mom! hope you could manage your time well coz you still have children to take ra
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