Just another Monday

John_George_Brown_-_Sleeping_angelI met this Monday morning slowly and with heavy eyes. I was awake before the sun but refused to get out of bed, hoping for a few last minutes of sleep that never came. I don’t really dread Mondays. It is just that there is so much to do on them. It seems like all of the things I was unable to accomplish from Friday just swell until the wave of errands breaks over me on Monday.

I’ve accomplished three tasks already, four if you count taking a shower. (I am not above padding the number of my accomplishments where I can. Especially if it helps me get motivated.) I fetched paperwork I need to fax off, found and acquired coffee, then took the trash down to the curb because it is collection day. All mundane tasks that have nothing to do with writing.

As far as writing goes, I’ve not done much. I checked my email and discovered another rejection slip. After that I showed up here to write a blog post. I really didn’t feel like writing this morning, but it is Monday so here I am.

I showed up. It isn’t much but they say 75% of writing is showing up to the computer even when you don’t want to. (I made that number up. There is a percent that is routinely quoted but I don’t remember what it is right now. 75% sounds about right to me.)

I have a long list of tasks that need to be accomplished today. I will be very surprised if I vintage_childrens_reading_collection_poster-re1e1e6aba9b4490db9a80226b548ae57_26gc_400
get to them all. Many of them are boring things that take me out of the house and out among people I don’t want to talk to. However, if I am good and get at least half of my list done then I will reward myself by reading a book.

My daughter and I went to the Georgia Renaissance festival yesterday and I am longing to read a good fantasy novel. I am still tired, a little sore, and a little sunburned but it was worth it. We had a great time. Maybe I will write a fantasy story too.


A Monday Moment

taken by Nanette Eubanks
Picture taken by Nanette Eubanks

It is a chilly Monday morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet but the moon sits heavy in the sky. The air is active, blowing the wisps of clouds across the still dark sky like wraiths flying home to beat the sunrise.

The wind chimes on my porch chink and twinkle sound. Nothing on my street is moving yet. It would be different if this were a typical Monday. Kids would be waiting at the bus stop and the houses would be lit from within as the people rushed around preparing for the day. But there is no school this Monday.

The bus stop kids are probably still snuggled in their beds, enjoying their last day to sleep in. Adults are probably still wrapped in blankets thinking five more minutes won’t hurt.

Right now, in this moment, everything is still except for the wind and the clouds. Right now everything is quiet except for the ring of  chimes. It is cold standing on my front porch, still in my pajamas and bare feet, but this is a moment I am glad I didn’t miss.


I am taking a minute to breathe. I felt my anxiety creeping up and I had to take a moment to squeeze it back down. It is kind of like those yogurt tubes my kids eat. If there is too much pressure the whole thing comes out of the top instead of just what you can handle.

It’s Monday again. School is back in session so that means I am up before the sun laying out clothes and packing lunches. In an hour I will awaken my two sleeping angels, who will then stumble around like zombies until that final dash to the car.

I have fed the cats, given the kitten his antibiotic and eye drops, as well as clean the litter boxes. (The kitten, Max, is a stray we took in. He has eye problems that have caused him to lose one eye and he will probably lose the other as well.)

My son has dress up week. Today is wacky Monday. He can wear odd clothes, put his shirt on backwards and wear mix matched socks. (I am glad this one falls on Monday.) Later in the week he has to dress like he is from the 1940’s. So I have to figure out how to dress him up like my grandfather.

(I remember my grandfather in plain white t-shirts and work pants. Somehow, I don’t think that is what the school is going for. My papaw wore suits or overalls. I don’t think either of those would go over well with my son.)

He also has his first fund raiser this week. I am broke until Friday but for some reason these people always seem to end fund raisers on Thursdays. It will be a week of begging my co-workers to support the school. Unfortunately, most of them are broke until Friday as well.

My daughter is in her first year of middle school. There are three posts worth of problems and drama to go along with that. I spend two hours every afternoon in school lines to pick up the kids. I’ve started taking my novel with me so I can write edit notes while I wait.

My dinning room table is covered with bits of novel, mail, my daughter’s drawings, pieces of newspaper, school work, and forms to fill out and/or sign. It can be a bit much. Faced with it this morning, I felt like hyperventilating. I need to clear it off, not just put a random box in the middle so the cats will quit knocking papers to the floor. (It works. They sit in the box and leave the rest alone.)

But for right now I am just going to take a deep breath and just breathe for a minute before jumping back in.



Just a dream

treat-cat-depression-200X200I just woke up a little bit ago.  It’s a work night so I had to sleep away the daylight hours.  Unfortunately, it was not restful sleep.  I had nightmares (daymares?) and weird dreams all day.  I would wake up from one and fall immediately back into another.

I dreamed of ghost werewolves and motorcycles, of being ghostabandoned and having to walk home, and of giant hedgehogs.  I also had a dream that I wrote a blog post.  It was so real that I was really confused when I turned on my computer and couldn’t find it.

I have been sick lately. Just allergies that have tried to morph into something more, but enough to make me feel like crap.  It has been an exhausting work week.  I fall into bed as soon as I get home, so I haven’t had much time to write this past week.  Hopefully next week will be better.

Thank God for Coffee Shops

r2-d2-alarm-clockI woke up late this morning.  It was a mad dash to get in and out of the shower, feed the cats and goldfish,then get the kids up, ready and out of the door for school.  I remembered to pack lunches, sign papers, and enforce the wearing of coats….but I forgot to take out the trash.

I did manage to somehow toss last nights dishes (which I should ghosthave done last night) into the dishwasher.  Unfortunately I put a metal mixing bowl in oddly and so the water inside the dishwasher kept hitting it and echoing. It sounded like the moaning of a damned soul and scared the kids.  (It kind of freaked me out to until I tracked down the noise and figured out what it was.)

army field packI dropped the kids off at school and signed them in. (I had to carry my daughter’s back pack to her class room for her because it was so heavy that she couldn’t lift it.  It was almost too heavy for me.  I think military field packs weigh less than my 4th grader’s back pack.)  I could have gone home and fought with the trash cans until they were lined up on the corner of the driveway…but I didn’t.

In desperate need of caffeine and food, (because I fed the kids but not myself) I stopped at BcnEggChsCrsntthe coffee shop.  I love walking into the building and having them greet me by name.  (Because they know me, not because of some enforced corporate regulation.)  One bacon, egg, and cheese coffeedeskcroissant and a medium house coffee later, and I am starting to feel awake enough to write.

I have my current WIP (work in progress) on the agenda today, as well as some revision work on two separate novels. (Though the more I keep working on the fantasy novel the more it is starting to look like a really really long story rather than a book.   There are two more books that go along with that one that still need to be written, so maybe I’ll just make it one big three part book….)

Anyway, here’s to coffee shops, friendly baristas, and writing.  May your Monday be productive enough that you are content, but not so much that you are stressed.  Happy writing everyone.524px-S2e8_jake_drinking_hot_tea