
Alas, dear readers, I am not lost. Just scrambling to make the hours stretch enough to cover my tasks. At the moment, success is proving elusive.
Last week was both boom and bust for my writing, thanks to a trade show I attended for the day job. I started out strong, writing several thousand words in the airport and on the plane. I also managed to write a little once I got to my hotel. But then the show hit hard and didn’t let go. I’m currently sitting at 5,953 words on my WIP.
I successfully identified the chapter I want to have ready for next week’s(!) Storymakers Boot Camp, and I am trying valiantly to have something presentable by next Friday.
However, last week I got some news that, while very good overall, has struck a serious blow to my writing plans for the summer. I have been selected to work as a census taker, and plan to spend 15-20 hours a week counting noses over the next few months. Add those hours to the 40+ I spend at my day job, the 50+ I spend sleeping, and everything else that is really non-negotiable, and there will be precious little time for writing.
There will be some time for writing – I’ll make sure of it. But precious little, I’m afraid.
Fortunately, the census work only goes through the middle of (the long, hot, Texas) summer, so come fall I’ll be able to hit the keyboard with all ten fingers flying.
In the meantime, I’ll try not to leave you alone and postless for so long. Tune in Friday for an interview with author Daron D. Fraley and a review of his excellent book, “The Thorn.”
Wait, did I just give a review? Dang! Stole my own thunder!





