Late #ROW80 Check-in, Minced Oaths and Miscellanea

This is intended to but will probably not be a quick post. As it’s two days late, I obviously don’t have a lot to say on the subject, so probably light on the ROW80 appeal.

Review of my short-term and measurable goals for anyone just stopping by:

  • Spend at least an hour with at least half an hour unplugged, working in the world of the Talent Chronicles.
  • Finish at least 3 scenes per week.

I didn’t get any new scenes finished, but I did do a lot of thinking. A lot of it is series stuff, side jaunts, and that kind of thing, but I also had a really good day of note-making at Chuck E Cheese on Thursday during which I had some new ideas for book 3 that will help fill in some stuff in book 2.

Good News:

The schoolbus just left. After 27 straight days of no school (snow days plus holidays and weekends), I finally have some hope of getting back to work. Things are kind of a mess here, I need groceries, I need to EXERCISE, but hopefully some of that, done without all the chatter and the I need I need I need and “the dog is following me!” etc, will let me think my way into some stuff.

Had a nice family weekend. I’ve been trying to wean myself off the internet lately, especially on the weekends when we do more family stuff. It happens that when I don’t answer email for a day or two, I sometimes get a note from someone asking it I’m mad at them. Which is fine; that doesn’t bother me at all, and it’s always just that I wasn’t on the computer to respond. But I think it really shows that I’m pretty responsive with my communications and could do with slacking off a bit, as many of my friends have suggested.

Have had great Amazon sales this month. It’s making me really long to know what my PubIt sales are. But Amazon sales were such that yesterday I felt I could justify spending money. So I declared it Epic Game Day. We went to GameStop and bought everyone a new video game, stopped off for snacks (like Epic-Sized 1 liter bottle of Diet Coke), and played all day.

Even though I started ROW80 with the intention of doing it and getting this book out as soon as possible, I’m feeling so much better since I just accepted that I can’t do everything. I can’t force a book out in the conditions I was in, and my daughter isn’t at a point in her maturity where I can try to go to work every day when stuff like that happens. And once I stopped trying to be an author and a mom at the same time and punishing myself for not doing really well with either, I started to feel much better, and maybe even like my brain is starting to unlock.

I sometimes stay up later than I should, just to have some quiet time in the house by myself. I’ve been in one of those sleeping 5 hours periods anyway. So I watched White Oleander. I put this in the good news because I had been feeling a lot of mom guilt, and then I was like, hey, I’m doing better than that. And so I decided that I should get kudos for not murdering a boyfriend and making my daughter complicit in it, and started giving myself a break.

Mixed News:

After a straight month with me, my daughter is saying “freakin'” all the time. This is especially cute when she says, “That’s freakin’ awesome!” and I’m like, “I know, right?” It’s mixed because while I think the minced oaths are totally fine, we live in a place where some parents get uptight about them. Dang, geez, etc., are often not good. I don’t get this. I don’t know how these kids are ever supposed to express their thoughts. So if my daughter wants to complain that the freakin’ dog took her freakin’ toy outside, I figure what’s the big deal? At least she didn’t end the complaint by referring to him as a goddamn sonofabitch, right? But my husband is coming down on the use of “freakin'” which is, I’ll admit, a bit excessive. So yesterday B and I talked about language and that the trick with language is knowing your audience and when it’s appropriate. See? I’m framing that as an important life lesson, not so much as, “I don’t care, just don’t do it when Daddy gets home.”

Hope everyone else is doing well. As a ROW80 sponsor, I was supposed to go around and visit some blogs over the weekend, so I still need to make that up. But maybe I’ll save that for tomorrow’s round. Who knows, maybe I’ll get so much peace and quiet this week that I’ll even be able to write some concise, topical blog posts instead of just personal babble.


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14 responses to “Late #ROW80 Check-in, Minced Oaths and Miscellanea

  1. I’m in the same boat as you, kind of. I need to go around and check on the ROW80 posts since I’m a sponsor as well… I’ve also somehow completely missed the memo that we’re posting on Sundays AND Wednesdays. It just fits my schedule better to post on Wednesdays so I guess that’s what I’m gonna do haha!

    Anyway, I just wanted to let you know you’ve won the Stylish Blogger Award! Check out my latest blog post to learn more.

    • I think it’s two days because that’s how 70 Days of Sweat was and having to check in twice often keeps one from letting a whole week go by without thinking about the goals. Oh, is it Wednesday again? Possibly more appropriate for soME than others.

      Thanks for thinking of me with the Stylish Blogger Award.

  2. This is a hoot! You know, after 27 days of kids being home, I’m amazed you would worry about groceries or exercise at all. Sounds more like it’s time for a drink. And as for the language? Lol. In my house, my kids learned early that we never tell Grandma how much mommy really cusses. In fact, we all practice cleaning it up for a couple of weeks before a visit. I mean, “bad ass” is forbidden language at my in-laws. They are really lovely people, but somewhat confined in their modes of expression. Rocked their world when my husband married a bellydancer (me). Thanks for the post.

    • It is possible that the fact that I’ve never had an adult beverage is part of why I’m wound so tight. There’s a theory. I keep saying “this is the summer I’m going to start drinking,” then recently, “this is the Christmas season I’m going to start drinking.” But I never get around to it.

      I have to confess that if my daughter actually called the dog a GD SOB, I would actually think it was hilarious and pretty adorable in her little kid voice. Kind of like when we’re out and someone says “crap” and she says, “Don’t say crap, that’s Mommy’s word!” Of course, if she did start saying that at home, I’d just live in fear she would say it somewhere else. Like church. Which is why I really refrain from referring to the dog in that way, even though he so richly deserves it.

  3. Thank goodness for the school bus! Glad you have some time for yourself.


  4. Oh Susan, this was great! Just from reading your posts and what you tend to worry about, I think you make an excellent mother. Everyone has their days of getting stressed and overworked. You just have to find that balance. And it sounds as though you are, and you’re realizing that you can only do what you can do and beating yourself up about it is only going to cause more stress.

    Congrats on the great sales!

    I wanted to thank you for the blueprint doc. I am new to this whole writing seriously thing, and I have been reading on about structure, plot points, and all the other necessary things to make a story great, but I had no idea how to organize it ALL for it to be truly helpful for my story. Well, your blueprint managed to do that for me, so thank you for your time spent in creating it and uploading it for others!

    Angeline Kace

  5. I actually like your personal babble. It makes me feel like I’m in touch with you and what’s going on in your life and your head. :0)

    I think you’re a great mom, btw.

  6. Oh, Susan I can totally relate! My son is so sick of snow already and he’s only 9! Says he’ll be glad when it’s all gone. “I don’t even want to see a dime size spot left!” He said that this morning. Ha!

    And I don’t think you are a bad mommy at all…just overwhelmed. Maybe now that school is back in session things can get back to normal.

    • @Anya- I am so right there with your son. I hate snow! I grew up with it, and then I went to college in a place that I swear was Hell frozen over. I spent years in southern California, happy with the idea of never seeing snow again. The school thing is my big complaint. Other than that, we don’t get too much, we never have to shovel, and I know it could be so much worse.

  7. You know me, when you’re babbling I’m a happy guy! A most excellent post.

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