June is Going to be Busy: 30 Day Writing Challenge
I don’t know why, but I committed to posting daily in June. It has been years (I think five) since I have done this. I apologize in advance for the plethora of emails you will receive if you are a subscriber. I promise to go back to my lazy schedule of three posts per month in July.
My blog has been less popular since I changed my name. It has been like starting over. Maybe that is what I needed, to weed out the riff-raff and leave only you fabulous folks to hang out with me. The problem is when I go to release my book the three of you will have to buy all one thousand copies. That seems unreasonable so here I am trying to rebuild the house I had built. In order to do that, I gotta get back to my roots. In case you were wondering, that meant writing not colouring my hair. Maybe some of the great people I lost will come back. There is always hope.
I started to stress about it this morning. June is one of the three worst months for mothers. June, December, and September are all too busy to commit to anything. But maybe that is why I had to blog every day this month. Sure our daughter is graduating high school and we have events and people related to that. I have two personal commitments this month including four days of locking myself in a cabin all on my own to write the damn book I have been thinking about and a girls weekend. In addition, we have the final dance recital and a party for that, family staying at our house and a dinner celebration, Father’s Day, a going away party for a good friend, and my husband’s last day of work and the party that goes with that. All while the Raptors are killing it in the finals and life stops for the game. It’s a lot.
Isn’t that when we are at our best? When we have too much to even think about adding on another thing, the wafer-thin mint as it were. But unlike Mr. Creosote, I don’t plan to explode. I will write my tail off in the wee hours of the morning or in the toilet or dictate it in the car.
I might need a bucket, but I will walk away from this computer a better person for spewing my madness to some of my favourite people. I have had so much to tell you and not the drive to get it down, so here’s my engine running. Get out of the way or hop in the back. It will be a bumpy ride.