Mois : octobre 2022

I am asking you.

For real.

I swear I do Not know what to do.

I had to accept it, and with a big smile too.

The present comes from the hands, and beautiful heart, of my day job boss (yes, good bosses do exist – out of the many-many-many retail or not jobs I had, let’s say… 30 in 20 twenty years, I’ve encountered 4 good bosses. I’m lucky).

Now I’m home. The present is away from my nose. And I’m debating.

Can’t toss it away. Pollution.
Can’t use it. Smelly.
Can’t hide it. It smells.

Donating it would be a great solution, but this option comes with making up a story.

Lying, to be precise.

Might sound like a strange thing to say for a writer of fantasy, sci-fantasy and cozy mystery novels, but

I dislike lying.

Let’s dive meta-deeply here and hypothesize that… that might be why I have such a hard time finishing this ghost-related writing project…

… yeah…

… moving on.

Re-gift it? Burry it in the basement overcrowded spare room?

Nah. It would smell anyway.

Promise, I don’t understand the people who make that kind of self-care product sense of smell.

How can any company agree to go on and sell an over-sweet, over-floral smelly product like that? Who’s testing it? Who’s smelling it in the first place?

With all honesty, for real, I would be curious to meet those people.

Yeah, true, it would be waaayyy more useful to you if this post would be devoted to analyzing a big writing problem in order to contribute to the Writing Community.

But, yeah, I needed to rant a little.

Thanks for reading, thanks for being here. I’m grateful.

Until next time, wishing you all the good words!

There’s an ABBA song that always made me wonder.

What is like, this rich people’s world?

What does it feel like to never have to worry about making ends meet each month on a retail salary?

On the other end, do rich people know how amazingly generous people working retail can be.

A woman did something amazing for my family today.

A woman, busy managing a retail store while taking care of her aging parents and so many others, will work more hours so I could take care of my family. Kiddo was having a rough time with the changing schedule, and hubby-to-be is walking on the thin burnout line.

That line, I know it too well.

Maybe you do too, fellow writer?

When Only anger and bitterness drive you out of bed while all you really need, want, and desire oh-so-much is to go back to sleep. Or read novels. Or watch BBC’s Pride&Prejudice.
Well, that was me two years ago… and some mornings.

However, this new-new routine brings on some writing time challenges.

Let’s bring it, and keep the writing mojo going.

Wishing you all the good words… and all the writing mojo you need!

It’s coming.

Thanksgiving?

The (-in-famous) Black Friday?

The unavoidable 9 am to 9 pm holidays-in-a-mall shifts?

You guessed right, dear fellow writer!

It’s an all-of-the-above answer. And I need to prep in order to avoid overtiredness, grumpiness or worse: bitterness.

The season to put on some happy glasses, happy songs and a happy hat (you know, to try to see or to remember there’s some good in human beings)
is coming.

Better get ready to make the best of it.

Tips to Keep Writing While Working Crazy Hours

• Sleep
  Trying to write through the night might work… a week or two.
  Then, tiredness will kick in. Followed by an inevitable feeling of guilt every time we hit the snooze button.
  Therefore, let’s sleep. Earlier than usual, not later than we’re used to.
  
• Expectations Setting: Good Enough
  On my side of the screen, I know I will put in fewer words in the daily word count goal.
  Because I’m a busy mama getting stuff ready for the Holidays;
  because I’m 35 to 44 years old working a very physically demanding retail job;
  because, after many downs and as many ups, I know my writer-self a little better and pushing my limits will just end in some bad writing sessions.
  
• No Skipping (The Hardest Part)
  My real, real nemesis: the skipping temptation.
  Thing is, if I skip once, I will, extra sure, skip again the next day.
  Sooooo: no skipping… and a reward for doing so, like ten minutes of reading time or, if you like the Socials, a moment to dumb scroll without guilt.
  My favourite reward: a short walk just before dawn.
  
  

Fellow writers, many thanks for being here. Until next time!