Countdown: Two Days Till GRAPEMO
A solitary space.
Phone turned off and tucked out of sight.
Coffee, tea, or soda at hand...maybe a bowl of munchies.
Soft background music...or sweet silence.
A dog, a cat, or slippers on your feet.
Peace and quiet.
Endless hours.
Endless words.
Sounds lovely, doesn't in? Unfortunately this is the reality most writers face:
Jeez. What's with Jack? All she did was offer him a sandwich!!!
But Jack didn't want a sandwich. Jack wanted to write. OK, he didn't have to be such an ass. But seriously, people, non-writers don't get it. Some family members especially don't get it.
So here goes:
Dear Family-Members-Who-Don't-Get-It:
I love you. But I need to write.
I can't imagine life without you. But I need to write.
You know I'd do anything in the world for you.
But not right now.
I NEED TO WRITE!
So the answer is "no" to whatever you're asking, unless you're asking me if I'd like a couple hours of uninterrupted silence.
xox
Me
Writers, learn to say NO. GRAPEMO is your month to shine. There are 365 days in the year. All you're asking is to have 28 of them for yourself. Unreasonable? No way.
Now I highly doubt anyone here will forget to feed their kids. But when your family members expect you to jump, instead of asking "How high?" remain firmly seated, hands on the keyboard, eyes straight ahead. Write away from home if there's any way to swing it. If not, stick to your guns. YOU DESERVE THIS TIME! Don't let anyone talk you out of the few precious hours, or even minutes, you've set aside for yourself.
Shine on, my friends.
Phone turned off and tucked out of sight.
Coffee, tea, or soda at hand...maybe a bowl of munchies.
Soft background music...or sweet silence.
A dog, a cat, or slippers on your feet.
Peace and quiet.
Endless hours.
Endless words.
Sounds lovely, doesn't in? Unfortunately this is the reality most writers face:
Jeez. What's with Jack? All she did was offer him a sandwich!!!
But Jack didn't want a sandwich. Jack wanted to write. OK, he didn't have to be such an ass. But seriously, people, non-writers don't get it. Some family members especially don't get it.
So here goes:
Dear Family-Members-Who-Don't-Get-It:
I love you. But I need to write.
I can't imagine life without you. But I need to write.
You know I'd do anything in the world for you.
But not right now.
I NEED TO WRITE!
So the answer is "no" to whatever you're asking, unless you're asking me if I'd like a couple hours of uninterrupted silence.
xox
Me
Writers, learn to say NO. GRAPEMO is your month to shine. There are 365 days in the year. All you're asking is to have 28 of them for yourself. Unreasonable? No way.
Now I highly doubt anyone here will forget to feed their kids. But when your family members expect you to jump, instead of asking "How high?" remain firmly seated, hands on the keyboard, eyes straight ahead. Write away from home if there's any way to swing it. If not, stick to your guns. YOU DESERVE THIS TIME! Don't let anyone talk you out of the few precious hours, or even minutes, you've set aside for yourself.
Shine on, my friends.