The
other day, I splurged. I hired a cleaning lady…
I
should have been thrilled…
But
I felt wired…
Like
ten cups of coffee and an impending panic attack.
While
on one hand (complete with cleaning rag)
I
knew this non-cleaning time…
Would
be a great time to write and submit.
But
on the other hand (with another cleaning rag in it)…
As
I sat at my computer to write…
I
couldn’t…
I
had to see what she was doing…
To
make sure she was cleaning ‘my’ way.
I
was stealth.
Unfortunately
though…
I
saw her stiffen each time I stood behind her….
Watching
each swipe she made.
Finally,
I realized I was stalking her…
So
I made a cup of joe…
Went
back into my office…
Sat
down at my computer…
Turned
on the Internet radio...
And
took a deep breath and e x h a l e d…
I
felt my mind relax, flow.
“Senora,
he terminado.”
“What?
Oh your done? Great.”
I
looked at the clock…
Wow,
four hours…
My
house was clean.
But
more important…
Four
queries sent and four pages in my W.I.P.
I
know it doesn’t sound like a lot…
But
that’s OK.
A
process is beginning.
And
you?
What do you do to concentrate on writing?
And has
your writing been fluid lately?
Always,
Em-Musing
9 comments:
Stalking your cleaning lady!
Glad you relaxed and got some work done.
Great post, and glad you were able to relax and get some work done. :) I have a couple of inside the house projects going on right now, so haven't been able to concentrate on anything but that, and working. :/
I have a cleaner that comes every two weeks. It's bliss :-)
Oh, to hire a cleaning lady. I used to be one and you would think because of that my house would be spotless. Not so much.
Amazing how much work we can get done when we don't have to work.
Lee
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I can't bring myself to hire a cleaning lady. Something about letting a complete stranger see my filth that just shames me.
That is progress!
I used to have a cleaning lady but I found I would clean before she got there so she wouldn't think I was a pig. LOL
I have a cleaning lady. I love her! But I still clean. The day she comes, the dogs go to the groomer, I wash their blankets, and I pick up things that no matter how hard I try to keep picked up always manage to end up on counters and tables. But once she arrives, I work. It's awesome. I wish I could afford for her to come every week. But I have to sell more books first.
LOL! No stress there. ;)
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