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Finding The Time

Finding The Time

When Andrew was in the first grade he told his teacher he could not practice his reading at home because his mother was too busy sewing. To say the least, I was appalled because that was not entirely true. He’s still finding excuses because I know that unless it’s a piece of music, he doesn’t really like to read.

I guess I’m no better because I’ve come up with the same excuse – I can’t write because I’m too busy sewing. Sometimes it’s just easier to not get started on those chapters because I know I won’t get to finish.

To me, writing a book is not something that can be done with interruptions. With my sewing, I can get up and down, leave and return in ten minutes or so and get right back into the groove.

Writing takes more concentration. Your thoughts can’t be all over the place and neither can you. Now I’m not saying that you have to start and end your writing endeavor in one long writing session, but you do need a block of time in every day specifically blocked out for writing. Maybe I should put a lock on my door and leave my phone in the other room.

So my excuse is, I haven’t stopped writing, I just haven’t had time. I have a book – almost finished – it just needs an ending then editing and tweaking. Finding that block of time has been hard to find with H retired, plus my real job has been hectic this past year. Yes, I had to add that job part in there, but it’s true.

When I did have a few days of off-time I didn’t put pen to paper as I had planned. Instead I found myself taking those precious blank hours to detoxify from a stressful day by binge watching Netflix with H or getting absorbed in another historical fiction read. It was just so easy.

I plan to retire in a year or two, but I don’t want to wait that long to finish my current book. I need to be more consistent in planning my day around my writing instead of planning my writing around my day. Evidently, the latter didn’t work very well last year.

Writing is on the same level with exercise – you need to actually participate in the activity for any results!

~Elle

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Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

I love Saturdays. H gets up early because he has lessons to teach at nine. Between nine and one-thirty I have the house to myself to do as I please. This may sound harsh to some, but when your husband retires after working twelve-hour and sometimes longer days, it’s a bit of a shock to the system and daily routine you’ve developed over the years.

Yeah, I know, it’s been almost three years ago, but my system hasn’t quite recovered yet. I don’t feel bad saying this because I’m pretty sure when I’m out of the house all day on Thursdays he’s feeling the same way.

The majority of that day he’s sitting with his feet up watching tv without interruption and eating whatever he pleases with no, “Don’t eat that. It’s not good for you”, as background noise.

How do I know this? Well, look around. The newspaper is still in the same place on the floor by his chair as it was when I left, with his empty coffee cup and juice glass resting on the side table. His shoes are still under the coffee table and not on his feet, and his jacket is unhung. No, he hasn’t strayed too far from that recliner. But, I can see evidence of food having been prepared in the kitchen, so I know he didn’t starve while I was away.

When I casually ask what he did all day he mumbles something about blowing the pine needles off the carport and driveway. (Fifteen minutes max) “I cleaned the kitchen and swept the house.”

Whatever he cleaned in the kitchen was his mess because I left it clean. Plus, his idea of cleaning the kitchen and my idea of cleaning the kitchen are two different things and there is about an hour difference in the time it takes – his being less. I will give him credit for sweeping because he usually does, though how can you be sure unless you left an unusual amount of debris on the floor. This is his way of pulling the wool over my eyes. I leave it at that. One day he will get the urge to clean out that work room. I can always hope.

I don’t begrudge this time alone he has because I cherish mine. I do take advantage of this time to get something done without interruption because sometimes I see him eyeing me when I’m actually working on my phone – yes, that can be done – and he thinks I’m playing. Right now I’m working by writing this post on my phone. He doesn’t include WordPress as work.

But, unlike H, I do have a to-do list in no particular order:

  • Write a post for WordPress
  • Organize the fabric boxes in the closet
  • Clean the Philadelphia room
  • Drop off two packages at the post office
  • Write another chapter for book (falling out of bed)
  • Research Andrews computer problem

But there’s no pressure, I’m on no time frame. If it gets done, great. If not, there’s always next Saturday – except for Andrew’s computer. I need to do that ASAP!

I can check this post off my list!

~Elle

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