September 23, 2007 • Print This Post

I felt pretty good this weekend.

I’m caught up on my deadlines (finally!) and I’m getting caught up on the delayed housework, etc. I finagled my hubby into working for me this weekend. Here’s what I posted on my chat loop:

So…

Today, I’m standing on the threshold of the master bedroom trying to pinpoint the source of my clutter. It is immediately clear that the piles of books everywhere are causing the ruckus in my peaceful retreat. Books, books, and more books. Everywhere.

I walk into my walk-in closet (which is solely mine. Hubby has to use the one downstairs, because I need the whole space), and try to find some place to put my books. (Hubby has his own bookshelves in the “man cave” — AKA the finished garage with pool table, TV, sofa, etc.) I note that there is a 3 foot gap between the top shelf of my closet and its ceiling. I think, “Hmm… could put shelves up there.”

As if on cue, hubby comes upstairs and asks for LOVER UNBOUND.

I reply, “Must work for books.”

He rumbles, “Syl…” (in his “I am the man, hear me roar” voice.)

I smile. “You build me shelves, I give you book.”

He grumbles, “Syl…” (in his “I’m not going to win this one, but damned if I won’t keep trying” voice.)

Suffice it to say that the table saw is now buzzing merrily outside and I am sending a silent thank-you to J.R. for my new bookshelves. *g*

So today, I ran around and collected all the various piles of books that had been accumulating and put them in my new bookshelves. Hubby came in and went, “Damn. That’s a lot of books.” So true. I need to get rid of some. Ones either given to me that I don’t care to read, or ones I’ve read that aren’t keepers. I must figure out what to do with them.

I got a large part of my room tidied up today, tomorrow I’ll work on my office. So nice to get things organized again. Makes me happy.

My dad arrives Monday night, so the kids are going crazy. Both of my in-laws died over the last couple of years due to lung cancer (and hubby still smokes, drives me nuts. I quit years ago.), so my parents are all my kids have in the way of grandparents. My dad lives in Pisa, Italy so we see him only every few years.

Also, I’m going to try something different writing-wise from here-on-out. I’m going to take weekends off and evenings. Just write during the day while the munchkins are in school. I’m hoping that will keep my energy high and the creative well filled. As it is, I’ve been writing all day, every day for years now and it started to wear me out until I wrote my last Brava. (Simon Quinn’s story DON’T TEMPT ME.) I had so much fun writing that book! I struggled with the beginning, but once I hit half-way it was a blast to write.

Of course, this led me to worry that I’d simply lost my mind and the book sucked. But my editor said it was good, so I’m very happy. (HUGE thanks to my critique partner who was critiquing a chapter a day once I hit my stride. Bless her.)

Now, if I can just get back in the habit of going to the gym…

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