Tuesday 11/6--Election day!! Hubby and I decide to vote first thing in the morning to avoid long lines. Wait 30 minutes at our usual polling place, whip out IDs, told our polling place is now no longer located at the nice, peaceful church it has been for 10 years, but Food Pyramid. We head that way only to discover a 40 minute line snaking through the freezer section!! Prime early morning writing time shot--albeit for a good cause.
|Hubby in voting line!! Yes--that IS a grocery freezer section behind him!!|
Day's Page Count--4 out of my goal of 10
Wednesday 11/7--Fairly productive day save for Lowe's and the plumber and the counter guy calling at least three times each. Get mail. Daisy, our demon Yorkie, decides to run away. I'm forced to walk the street barefoot, wagging a tempting slice of "cheezy cheese" to lure her home. She warily takes cheese, but before I can grab her, bolts. Can you say bad dog?!?!
Day's Page Count--7 out of my goal of 10
Thursday 11/8--Plumber here forever. They leave, I nuke soup. UPS man arrives. Dog eats soup. Attempt to start writing, but counter guys show up. I bought the wrong faucet for new sink. Emergency run to Lowe's. Back at home, lungs BURNING from counter glue fumes. Added bonus? Son and super-sweet girlfriend I REALLY like are breaking up--AT OUR HOUSE!!! By the time Hubby gets home, we escape for dinner. Fumes no better when we're done.
Day's Page Count--0 out of my goal of 10
Friday 11/9--Get comfy on the couch to begin what will surely be a great writing day, stretch backwards and knock my freshly opened Sprite over my head. My hair, face, and sofa are now dripping with sticky Sprite. By the time me and the sofa are clean, plumbers arrive to connect new sink. They notice book covers on the wall and request signed copies. By the time I'm writing anything other than my name and a check for extra parts, a huge chunk of my writing day is gone.
Day's Page Count--11 out of my goal of 20
Saturday 11/10--I don't work weekends. Hubby's off at his day job during the week, so I look forward to spending Saturday and Sunday with him and/or our kids. That said, with my deadline perilously close, I HAVE to work this weekend. Too bad the "simple" errands we need to run last a huge chunk of the day.
Day's Page Count--14 out of my goal of 20
Sunday 11/11--Surprisingly calm day, but we have an Oilers game at 4:00. We like to get to games an hour early to eat Billy's onion rings and watch the players warm-up. That means getting to the BOK Center by 3:05. That means my in-desperate-need-of-cutting hair needs to be tamed starting by 1:30. Lots of writing time shot like a puck!!
Day's Page Count--16 out of my goal of 20
Monday 11/12--If you've been keeping track, you'll notice I just now made up my page count for the whole day I missed last Thursday. Had those been the only days I missed, I wouldn't now be feverishly making up for those other bizarre days my page count was 0.
With my deadline being Thursday, I'm now in fevered-writing mode. Got six great pages done when daughter calls. After the free skate at Sunday's game, boyfriend accidentally elbowed her right eye. She reports it's swollen, hurting and her vision's blurry. Whaaaaat?!?! All writing stopped to run her to the eye doctor.
Day's Page Count--19 out of my goal of 20
Tuesday 11/13--Sit down to write and Hubby's lost his shoes and belt. Since I'm in deadline mode, house is a MESS. I help look. Hubby leaves, I'm back to writing. Thirty minutes in, Hubby calls. Have I seen his work phone? Stop writing to look. Text Hubby--Found it! Start writing, Hubby texts if he missed calls? I don't know!! And I'm not getting up to look!! Day progresses in much the same fashion from here. Lowe's lady calls. Am I happy with our counters? Slimy telemarketer tries selling me vitamins. Daughter calls--her poor eyeball still hurts. Her boyfriend's elbow owes me a $40 specialist copay and lost writing time!!! LOL!!!
|Daughter and super cute Boyfriend's elbow before elbowing incident!!|
Day's Page Count--23 out of my goal of 20
Wednesday 11/14--Overall, despite a gazillion interruptions, I've managed to get work done, but not nearly enough. Today, I'm still writing feverishly, trying to make up for all the other little things that somehow crop up when a book's due.
Cross your fingers!! This one's going to be a squeaker!!
How about you? Do you find that the more you have to do, the more gremlins appear to divert your attention?