Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Long time, no post!

Time has a way of getting away from me lately. I just realized I returned to full-time work a year ago next month. A year. And my writing has dwindled to nothing. Which I already knew, of course. LOL

A week ago, I seriously considered giving up writing. Tired of trying to find time to write, I thought it would be so much easier if I packed up the muse, retired the website and blog and just resigned myself to life as an accountant.

Then I pulled myself out of the waking nightmare. The idea of ignoring the voices? Sacrilege! Besides, they'd never leave me alone. So I'm back to trying to at least get a few hundred words a week. I'm on schedule for month end closing this month. I'm pushing myself to get prelims done by Friday so I can spend the weekend writing. Wish me luck.

Today was one of those days where I want to go home and try again tomorrow. I overslept. Running late. Dressed in a hurry. Scrambled out of the house. Buzzing down the highway about three miles from home, I felt a bump inside the toe of my show.

"Oh, please let the cat's have left me a furball."

Then the bump moved.

I have to say I'm very proud of myself for not panicking. I waited until I had enough room to pull off the road instead of slamming the brakes in the middle of the highway. I opened the car door then removed my shoe. A quick tap on the car door and Mr. Bump fell to the ground. And I proceeded to have a panic attack.

Mr. Bump
A hyperventilating, heart stopping, blood pressure raising, panic attack. Mr. Bump was still alive. He settled on the gravel where he fell, eyeing me with righteous indignation. Or maybe he was laughing at me. Either way, he won.

I slammed the car door and left him stranded on the side of the highway. Does that mean I had the last laugh? Probably not. As I couldn't laugh and hyperventilate at the same time.

I hope your week is going much better than mine! I'm off to do evil day job work so I can have this weekend free!