It's Just Another Manic Monday....

So, I'm more than likely going to be a Monday through Friday blogger.  The weekends seem to take my brain on joy ride that I have no control over.  Meaning that if I did manage to post on Saturday and or Sunday it would be complete gibberish.  I know most of posts now are mostly gibberish, so I really don't want to add to it.

Mondays are my least favorite days.  I've never liked Mondays.  I will probably never like Mondays.  Mondays are the bane of my existence and should be wiped from the calendar.  Too much?  I tend to go a little overboard sometimes.

Anyways, so after taking care of things around the house I sit down and have managed to break my writers block. 

I wrote a paragraph.

Now to be fair, I'm not sure if it would have continued flowing or not, because, and this never fails, as soon as I sat down to write, something happens.  For instance.  We have a massive storm coming in.  Rain storm. I'm a Florida girl.  Never seen snow.  It's very dark outside, the wind is howling like crazy and thunder is rumbling in the sky.  I live on seven acres of land and I have three dogs.  They have a doggy door and go in and out as they please.  So, when we have crazy storms I have to round up the posse and bring them inside, closing off the doggy door.  Yes, they will run outside in thunder storms.  It makes them all frisky and suddenly they've forgotten how to come when you call them.  Safer just to get them in before the downpour begins.

See, now I've left my room and I'm visible to the rest of the household which means they have now thought of a hundred and one things they want me to do.  Now this could be anything from having a conversation with them to taking out the trash or finding something that's gone amiss.  Eventually I find a way to slink back to my room, but then the muse is gone.  Apparently my allotted time was up and she has moved on to her next client for the day.

So, here's the plan.  I'm going to work out.  I'm going to cook dinner.  I'm going to do a bit of family time.  Then I'm going to sit down in front of my computer and print out a sign that says 'Disturb At Your Own Risk'.  If someone dares to come in here and start bugging me I may very well soak all their underwear and stick it in the freezer.  That's even being generous.

So how do you get people to stop bugging you when you're trying to write?

Giving My Manuscript The Evil Eye

My dad is currently on a Greyhound Bus on his way to Georgia.  He got a job driving semi trucks again.  See that pretty picture up there.  Yeah, I don't live in Ocala.  I live about an hour away from it.  In other words, I live in the boonies.  While I actually enjoy the peace out here, there isn't much to do and to get anywhere (with the exception of Walmart) you have an extremely long drive.

Honestly, the driving part doesn't bother me.  Except for the fact that I was driving a rickety car that sounds more like an airplane that an automobile, shakes when you hit about 50pmh and skips when you break.  Not to mention you have to hold the the turning signal down or it just pops back up before you even turn.  That's just skimming the surface of what's wrong with this car.  In other words:  It scares the hell out of me to drive it.

Luckily dad drove to the station.  Which, I was surprised to find out wasn't just a bus station, but also an Amtrak Station.  The front of the platform is for the bus passengers, the back for the train passengers.

See!  Amtrak!  I was like...uh okay then.  So after the heartfelt goodbyes we got out of the cold wind and into the warm car and headed home.  The car managed to hold together, all in all a good start to my day.

The plan after that was to come home and work more on my manuscript.  I'm at 52,234 words.  Mind you this is just the first draft.  I haven't done any revisions.  My goal is to get it finished.  If I go back and do revisions while writing, it'll never get done.  I've tried that method.  I wanted to shoot myself.  Multiple times.

I'm at the end!  There's not much more to write!  Yet I stared at the damn thing for over an hour and couldn't type one word.  This has been going on every day for a week.  Thus I have started giving my manuscript the evil eye and threatening  my muses with a never ending stream of torture unless they comply and let me finish it! 

Since both my manuscript and my muses seeming to be laughing at that, I don't think my threats are working.  So, in light of that I'm going to attempt to work on a separate project for a few hours.  Maybe once the sun sets completely the moon will throw creative beams my way.  In the mean time, I'm going to look away before my brain explodes.