Getting The Job Done
Image from WT at www.openclipart.org There are days when I wonder why I call myself a writer. It seems I spend so much of my time on the other parts of my job that writing is the least of it. It's easy to get sucked into the editing, proofreading, recording things I've written, making illustrations, doing the PR necessary to sell my work, meeting and talking with other writers, blogging about writing (ironic I should mention that one here, huh?), book layout, planning work sessions-- well, you get it -- the list of writing-related tasks that distract from actual writing is about a paragraph long. Lately, I have had a string of days where writing has gotten short-shrift, if it has happened at all. There are also times when my whole writing life is derailed by some mundane thing, like a holiday (when people are home and in my space and when I am expected not to work) or a doctor's appointment (which is supposed to take an hou...