Yikes! It’s Sunday. It’s Sunday??? How did that happen? Last I checked, it was Thursday morning and things were rolling along nicely. Then the train stopped because life crossed the tracks and we pulled in to Procrastination Station to regroup.
What a bizarre couple of days – ran out of heating fuel, 6 hours later we ran out of cooking propane, the puppy ate the couch, one of our cats got stuck in the chimney, my washing machine randomly decided to stop mid way through the rinse cycle,my husband’s car laid down and died, then my husband retaliated by killing the vacuum (I keep telling him it is not a shop vac!). Plus, the planning of the 30 guest family Thanksgiving dinner landed in my lap.
To top all of this off, I have been summoned to California in early January. That may sound like a treat – a couple of expense free days in sunny Cali for a girl who will be waist deep in Winter snows by then. But flying scares the holy bejumpers out of me and this will be the first time, ever, that I have to fly alone.
To make me feel better, my husband rented a chick flick to get my mind off flying. Bridesmaids. Ever see it? Well, here’s all you need to know:
And inevitably, I will get a window seat. It just happens, and there is never room for me to swap. So I sit there, staring out the window and thinking this:
I always go to Lithgow doing this. It’s the same sort if internal movie Tourette’s that compels me to say (out loud), “They’re coming to get you, Bar-ba-ra,” every time I drive by the old Blinn Hill cemetary.
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah. Goals. And my spectacular display of procrastination. ‘Cause despite all this, I could have written. But I didn’t.
I did get some work done on the restructuring of the RantRaveWrite site…trying to categorize my Blog Roll – and a thanks to those of you who gave me FB feedback to help me with this. I’ll be stopping by your sites to check out your ideas. You know, as soon as the train leaves the station. I didn’t get a 10 X 10 up though. I think the next one will be 10 Ways to Prevent a Stress Induced Psychotic Break. Too long? Yeah, too long. I’ll work on that.
Goal number 2 should to broadened – how to be a plotter versus a pantser in life as well as in writing. Because if I were a plotter, I probably would have checked both the fuel and the propane at some point, thus preventing at least a couple of my derailments. Might have been able to save the car, too. But I doubt that. Didn’t actually do any plotting for the WIP, but I did get an important lesson in the distinction between plotting and pantsing.
#3 – Quinn and the piano. 1-3. Ahem. Moving on.
I did well on number 4…reading a ton of ROW blogs. Still not where I’d like to be on commenting, but still, I’ve developed a good consistency here.
Number 5 did at least get some attention. One of the illustrators I have a line on has been published a number of times and will be doing some samples for free for me at the request of a mutual friend, but she’s quite particular on what she wants, so I’m streamlining and cutting, trying to find the passages I want those illustrations for the most. Nothing technically went out the door, but since it’s progress, I am totally counting it.
Number 6 – two lines. I wrote two lines.
So. I spent 5 hours at a car dealership yesterday with a 3 year-old, and my husband’s car problem is solved by a pretty, new to us Ford Explorer. I’m a bit crazier for it, but it is done. I also spent a strange few minutes on the phone with a German lady who told me in a very thick accent that I must show the vacuum love to keep it healthy. What??? At any rate, the vac will be dropped off at her shop on Monday morning for repair. Heating oil has been delivered, I bought a counter top convection oven to get us through the next week until the propane people come back into town and a very pissed off cat has spent the better part of two days covered in soot and glaring at us from the windowsill. I also discovered that if we place a 10 lb medicine ball in a very specific spot on the washer, it will begrudgingly go through all of it’s cycles. The couch, well, we shall never speak of that again. Maybe my husband can see the TV if he lays down in the back of his new car.
As for me? I am checking out for the day. Going spend the day putzing around, moving my office inside where there is heat. I will be doing this under the assumption that I can get the network reconnected in time for work in the morning. I’m also hanging out with a friend, looking for recipes for gluten-free pumpkin pie and reading a book. I’m going to hang here for a while in the lounge at Procrastination Station. And tomorrow, I’ll get this train back on track.