I'm in a period of the former. Well, sort of. I've got a couple of stories that are really going. I've got them down in my journals and it's just a matter of plunking them in the computer so I can edit and polish them up. But that's the issue. The time.
Someone told me recently, well, you're a writer. You don't do anything all day, so you should have plenty of time to write. I wish that was the case. Let me explain my Friday and you'll understand.
I took the tot to school, like I do every school day, and came home. Fine. Just sat down at the computer to work when the phone rings. I have to get tot from school. He wasn't sick, no. He'd broken off his front teeth.
Broken. Off. Teeth. ADULT teeth.
Now, my younger brother did the same thing, broken his front teeth, when he was like 7 or 8. I remember because he bled all over everywhere. So I'm thinking, okay, tot messed up his teeth, there will be blood. I hate blood. A lot. I grab DH and make him come along because, well, if there's blood, there's a good chance I'll pass out. We get tot, sure enough, he's messed up his teeth, but not awfully bad. He can still smile and look handsome. What happened? He's in the midst of a growth spurt and is clumsy. He tripped up the stairs.
But getting him from school meant we had to take him to the dentist, too. There's one in town who happens to be a nice guy and wasn't scary to tot so that worked out even better. We found out tot chipped one (it can be smoothed down and will give him character - not that he needs more, but it will) and the other was sheared in half horizontally. The good news? Nothing was knocked loose and no root damage. Phew! He'll need the tooth capped, but that's a lot better than a root canal or any of the other things that could have happened. He cut his lip when he tripped and the lip swelled pretty good. Dentist also suggested we keep him home and give tot tylenol to calm the swelling.
Now you'd think once I got him home, he'd be resting and just wanting to watch a movie. Nope. He was hungry, thirsty, wanted his blanket, wanted the movie changed, then fell asleep.
Needless to say, I got a whole lot of nothing accomplished.
But he's feeling better and acting like himself, so it's all worth it.
Has anyone else ever had one of these days where you can't get anything done? Tell me about it. I'd love to commiserate.
Here's a little bit from my latest release, and yep, there's a warning label on it. Grin
Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.Available here!
Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.
John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.
Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?
Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer.
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