Over the weekend, it was down the interstate and through the traffic, to grandmother’s house we went. Technically, it was the Junior Halls’ grandmother (and grandfather) and er, technically, none of the Junior Halls were on the trip. And fortuitously for me, the Beneficent Mr. Hall was doing the driving.
So, what we had was the perfect set-up for some catch-up reading. I brought along five issues of a writing newsletter that I hadn’t quite gotten around to reading. Yes, FIVE. And goodness me, I found all kinds of interesting stuff in those back issues. I sorta, kinda wish I’d read them sooner as some of the material was time-sensitive. But the point is, I got ‘er done.
Which brings me to my second point. When it comes to my fiction writing, I sometimes have tunnel vision. That work-in-progress manuscript calls my name and I simply get caught up in fixing holes (or creating holes), fleshing out characters (or killing them off), and adding layers (or subtracting fluff). The next thing you know, the Beneficent Mr. Hall is circling my desk, wondering aloud if anyone’s going to be fixing dinner anytime soon. Believe me, friends. A hungry Mr. Hall is not that beneficent.
So, March has nearly marched by and like those newsletters I let sit for months, I’m afraid I’ve let a few friends and their writing ups and downs sit for awhile. (Unless you’re on Facebook, and you put the link to your blog whenever you pen a new post. I tend to take a few fifteen minute FB breaks during the day to see what’s up and I’ll zip over to a blog post then. I don’t necessarily comment–I’m like the wind–swooshing in and out. But I was there, cheering you on. Or commiserating, whichever the case may be.)
I just wanted you to know that, also like those newsletters, I’ll be catching up soon. Baseball season’s coming, and it’s better for the health of everyone if I do something else (like reading my friends’ blog posts) while watching the games.
Cathy C. Hall Writes 
Time does zing by in a rush when I'm writing or editing a story.
That's all I'm saying, J. L. Thanks for the validation-;-)
I used to say, "What's wrong with these people? They expect me to cook for them."It was always a shock to me how selfish they could be. 🙂
Sally, my thoughts EXACTLY. :-)(Although if I'm being honest, the Beneficent Mr. Hall doesn't expect cooking so much as "heating up" stuff. But still, opening a can of beans, putting it in a pot, heating it up? That's like, what? FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. Sheesh.)
I keep getting into trouble with my hubby for responding to him with, "Just give me another minute." He's come to expect that a minute means two hours. Like right now. *sigh* I did it again.
Tonight was pizza and a salad night, courtesy of a local pizzareria.No cooking, little cleanp-up, and a little heartburn. Not a bad trade off.Donna
Lisa and Donna, all I can say is "Great minds think alike." 🙂
I love the beneficent Mr. Hall! He seems like such a sweet man, I just can't imagine him circling your desk like a shark, waiting for some food. But then again, I can imagine you getting lost in your writing and never coming up for air. 🙂 Busy or not, you're always great at offering support and I appreciate that!
Aw, thanks, Debra! I appreciate you, too. And I'm sure the Shark Man appreciates you for thinking such kind thoughts about him. (He's circling as I type this.)