And no, I’m not referring to the Most Excellent song of the same name by Steve Taylor, from the 80’s …
I decided today I need to clone myself. One to devote herself to cleaning and decluttering … one to keep my husband happy … one just to school the kids … and then one to write. And the last one, I think, should be psychic, so she can draw on the experiences of the other three.
It’s been 3 months since I finished the rough draft of Gift, and I’m starting to feel the gnawing ache to write story again. I have all this other stuff that needs tending, and a couple of small writing projects to finish … but “not writing” makes me a bit edgy …
Not to mention, after several days of attempting to clean and declutter, I’m reminded of another appealing thing about writing. In our house, stuff moves around, without warning … things that I put away don’t necessarily stay there. At least when I write, the words STAY PUT, and if it’s a mess, I know it’s mine, I did it, and it’s my responsibility to clean it up.
And yes, these are the kinds of thoughts I have when I’ve been up past 2 AM with a puking three year old ….
“Real life is the stuff of which story is made.” Gotta remember that. 🙂
Cloning. Now that might even work its way into a fantasy, don’t you think? Hahah–really great post, though I’m sorry about the puking child and the edginess from not writing new story.
I don’t really need new story. Rewriting is good too, in fact probably what I prefer.
Hope tonight isn’t a clone of last night!
Becky
Hugs on the child.
I need new story too. I’m on my second back-to-back revision and am craving NEW. Oh well. Back at it.
Thank you so much for putting Steve Taylor’s name in—otherwise I’d have been pondering for days, “Now, wasn’t that a song? Who WAS that??” Now I’ve got to see if I still have that cassette somewhere–LOL!