The non-writing life

Snow today. This is nothing new, since we had a fair amount last week, but this 1 inch scattering has convinced me that no, I can stay home from yoga.

       Meanwhile, our complex’s landscape people seem to have a novel way of clearing our sidewalks,

  

        Or maybe they’re just mocking me for being such a wuss. I mean, how bad can it be when a leaf blower whisks it away.

 

          I do have to make a run to the grocery store at some point today (Yay! Nothing says fun like shopping on a weekend.) to pick up ingredients for an event next week.

        But I’m speaking very FIRMLY to myself that most of the day should be spent writing. It’s all well and good to parade my four books around, but I need to get back to work. And never finishing #5 would be such a waste of what I’ve already written of it. I think that’s what really keeps me going – I have trouble leaving anything unfinished.

          After a flurry of morning activity – sorting stocking stuffer gifts, doing laundry, unpacking everything I toted to the book sale – the rest of Saturday was spent on the couch with Ellie Griffiths.

          By some miracle, I snagged a brand new one by her at the library. At first I wasn’t sure I could finish it. The character is a cold case detective who travels back in time to 1870. Not my kind of thing. I was always uncomfortable watching The Outlander series. I hate it when a character is lost or spirited away through no fault of their own. Must be a control thing for me.

          Anyway, I immediately recognized her brilliant characterization. Her use of interior monologues takes you into the flaws of the character – and her protagonist is always flawed, but doesn’t really care. If you’ve ever read any of the Ruth Galloway series (more, please, Ms. Griffiths!!) you’ll know that I mean.

          Back at the ranch, my backside was on the couch for hours and I finished it in one day. And no, not a word was written in book #5.