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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The Coma, Part Infinity This is what I don't miss about working--the Groundhog Day effect. DH tried to shove me out of bed for the 3:30 am shift about 4 times, and I didn't make it until 4:50. Which means now that Dizzy (2.5 yo girl) is napping, I don't get to write. I get to go finish my work hours. Because if I don't do it now, I'll have to do it after school, and then my son will act like the world is coming to an end. The Coma--Dropped the kids off at school. Came home and let myself rest on the bed. Just resting my eyes, as my dad would say. Resting them but good. Two hours later, I am conscious enough to change Dizzy's pants, but she is intent on retaining the contents of her smelly diaper, and I haven't the energy to argue. An hour later, I win, and she insists on disposing it herself. This is a weird thing I don't understand, but it keeps the peace. Now she's asleep, and I'm finally awake. I shall emerge from the bedroom (my hibernation Den) and see what mischief she got into while I was sleeping. Besides putting on my makeup for about an hour. The poisons are out of reach, so I trust it's not too bad out there in the rest of the house. And into the office with a box of crackers and time to work my little typing fingers to the bone. I'd rather be working my fingers to the bone on a book, but it's time to get back to reality. I've already had my useless caffeine dose for the day. Didn't do a dammmmm bit of good. EDIT: Plumber showed up the minute I sat down to work. So much for good intentions. Still have an hour or two of work ahead of me.
Posted at 12:38 PM by Grace Tyler
 
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