Smug Marrieds: A Morning Conversation

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This morning, 6 a.m. I'm lounging in bed while Blair gets dressed for work. We are discussing the cats. Olivia (aka BIG KITTY) has been sick. 

Me: "Did Olivia eat this morning?"

Blair: "You know, I saw her out but I didn't actually see her eat. Lucy ate, though."

Me: "There's a shock. Well, I skipped Olivia's pain pill last night. I'll give it to her this morning. Did you give Lucy her pill?"

Blair, rolling his eyes: "I tried. She wouldn't take it. All she wanted was the tuna I was packing for my lunch."

Me: "Why didn't you just put the pill in the tuna and feed it to her that way? That would have been so easy." 

PAUSE. 

Blair: "Woman, don't give me no lip."

Hope all of your mornings started out just as well! 

Cheers,

Dena

I Also Can't Walk & Chew Gum at the Same Time

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I don't know if you've noticed this phenomena, but every time you declare something about yourself, the Universe tests your resolve. To wit: my announcement via blog, FB, and Twitter that I am devoting this year solely to working on my YA novel.

The Universe read my blog post and immediately said, "Oh, how cute are you??" and sent some job offers my way. A client I hadn't heard from in over two years suddenly surfaced with a request for website articles and ghost writing a blog. 

"Nope," I said, not even bothering to look up from my notes on character development. "I'm a novelist. Your job offer does not interest me." 

"Impressive," said the Universe. "But do you mean it?" And sent me what was practically a guaranteed job offer for a full-time position with our area community college. 

I looked up and sighed. "Can't you see I'm busy?" I asked. "Now please, leave me be." 

"One more," said the Universe, and up popped an e-mail from a former employer for whom I love working. It was a small itty-bitty job, just writing some copy for the landing page of a website. 300 words. How long could it take? 

"I'll do it," I said. 

"Ah-HA!" said the Universe. "I knew it!" And notified me that the proposal I'd sent in to be a speaker this fall at a social media expo had been accepted and paperwork, course description, etc. must be submitted, post haste. Which reminded me that to be seen as a valid speaker at a social networking event I might want to invest some time in, oh, I don't know... social networking?  

And so it comes to the fact that I have done no "writing" this week. I've stayed busy. In fact, I am a one-woman marketing machine, churning out press releases and sending out requests for promotional blurbs for WHO MOVED MY MOUSE, all while coordinating details for an upcoming blog tour. But that creative writing thing I said I was going to do every day without fail? It's not happening. And that worries me. 

I'm going to call this week a wash. Spend the next couple of days tidying up all these loose marketing threads I've pulled then regroup and try again. 

And when that Universe comes knocking at my door, I'm just going to curl into a tight ball and pretend no one is at home. 

Cheers,

Dena