Life gets in the way

  I am having a lot of difficulty treating writing as a job. I would never dream of just not showing up to work one day, but I hate to admit how often I ignore the clock and skip the time I set for myself to work on writing. My “boss” is too soft on me I guess.

  It is easy for life to get in the way of writing. I had every intention of having Carico Trails ready to release before Christmas. Then my husband accepted a transfer out of state, bringing on planning, house hunting, and decluttering our current house in addition to usual holiday cards and parties.

  That is a lousy excuse for not sitting down at least two hours every morning to touch up the last little things my wise and sharp-eyed beta-readers found. They took time to read and critique. The least I should be able to do is put their efforts to good use and carve out a small piece of my day for business, my business of writing. I would make everything else fit around it if I was working for someone else.

  Suddenly January 1, 2014 is here, and I am still sidetracked. Moving is on hold until we find a house to move to. No more excuses—just write.