I've been intending to post here for over a week now. Like I've always said, where does the time go? I'm still behind on my current writing project. I don't know what I'm going to do about that. I woke up this morning at 2 A.M. and couldn't go back to sleep for thinking of everything I had to do today and then the book. I really do and am working on it. It is just becoming more of a chore than anything else. I think if I had more time, I'd feel better about it. As it is, I'm worried about how it's going to read and everything.
Am reading the book, "Write is a Verb". It's pretty good. Learning some things and there are some things I need to pay attention to as far as I am concerned. Currently, I'm just extremely tired, but one of these days, I'll be able to sleep all I want. I think I could function better if I could sleep. But it seems not to be in the cards for now.
Guess I better go and get on the project. I'll try to write next week.
Til Then Keep Writing~

Life is somewhat back to normal. I started a class last week. It's four weeks long, so that's not bad. The weather is getting warmer. I like that, too. I took baby out this morning, wore him out. He's taking a nap right now. Don't know how long he'll sleep, but we'll see. He was soo tired he didn't even want to finish lunch.
Read some disturbing news this past week in 'Time'. In Michael Kinsley's essay on the last page, he writes about two more biographies being exposed as fakes. I'm surprised that these people just didn't mark them as fiction...especially if like reported all the information is false. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they don't know the difference between a memoir and fiction. With that said, I'm also surprised that the editors at the houses where these books were published didn't catch something was amiss. The book, Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust, seems hooey to me just by the description. I would like to know where they found publishing houses that don't check facts. Pooh, my publishing houses want to know why the t's are crossed and the i's are dotted. Sometimes I feel like they're going to make me prove it's really me who turned in my manuscripts. Whew!
I am stunned that people still get away with 'fudging the truth' in published books. It boggles the mind. I guess it's the old adage, 'don't believe everything you read' or get proof before you believe it.
Until Next Time
Keep Writing~

Whew! I survived last week and so far this week is going along pretty good. Friday before last my washing machine broke. The next day, Saturday, I had to load up all our clothes and take them to the laundry mat. It was pouring rain that day. Who would have thunk it?
The beginning of the week was horrendous. I had to take my daughter's cat to the vet, along with baby. Washing machine guy came later in the day. Had to go by two construction companies for my husband, two banks, the post office, and the accountants, before I dropped baby off. (Haven't gotten taxes done yet. Still working on those.)
The next day, I took my car in--with baby. We sat in the waiting area three and a half hours. They were supposed to change the oil and fix the driver's seat. after these three and a half hours, nothing was done. I had to take it back FRIDAY for oil change and seat fixed.
Wednesday, I was supposed to take the cat back to the vet. Ha! I woke up at 2:30 A.M. to a banging noise. To make a long story short when I finally woke up and started down the hall, it was to the sound of a spewing noise coming from the kitchen. A water pipe broke and flooded the front part of our house. That day was spent dealing with the plumber and Blackman Mooring, sucking water out of our air vents and house.
Thursday, I made it to the Vet. That was an easy day.
Friday, we went back to the car place where we spent the biggest part of the day.
I did attempt to write. I shouldn't complain. I did get 4000 words in. Now if those words are useable remains to be seen. I've not had the heart to edit them yet.
I'm saving that for next week.
See, even writers have real, horrid lives. Ha!
Keep Writing In Spite of Everything.
Til Next Time~