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
