It's amazing how easy it is to start letting this blog lapse. There are all sorts of excuses. With everything I'm involved in, you'd think I'd have something to say.
Life has once again taken another unexpected turn. I'd been subbing at the schools as a teachers aid, but last week I agreed to watch my niece and nephew to help my sister-in-law out. Right now I'm not sure how long that will last, but I keep reminding myself that I wrote two novels when I was babysitting before, so it might be a good thing.
I finally finished writing the primary sacrament meeting presentation. I also told the primary president that I thought I might retire next year. This ward has been together for six years now and I've written four of those presentations. I believe someone else needs the opportunity next year. Of course if I'm still in this position next September, I'll probably forget I said this and do it anyway. So that's the writing I've been doing for the last few weeks.
Tonight, it occured to me that part of the reason I'm writing less is because I've been trying to change my schedule. For a long time, my husband has been saying we need to get to bed earlier. In many ways he's right. When I had to get up at 6:30 and sub, I couldn't stay up late and write or do anything else. If I did I just couldn't stay awake during the day.
I realized that even when I do go to bed earlier, the afternoon is really my most unproductive time. When I was faithfully posting here everyday, I usually posted blogs right about midnight. I had a few readers ask me if I couldn't write them earlier, but that really seems to be when my creative juices flow the strongest. So in my effort to get more sleep and get to bed earlier, I've stifled the writing somehow.
My goal for this month is to get the rewrites done on Finding Rose by the end of the month so I can get them out to readers. With any luck - and a few late nights - I just might make it. I still miss my laptop more than anyone should miss a machine, but at least the family computer is in the room with the wood stove. I'm discovering tonight that my typing skills suffer when my fingers are freezing.