Writing on Friday

Huh. I wish.

I think I got trumped when I invited friends over. Housework wins… temporarily.

I should grab a notebook to brainstorm my 15-20 word outline. I have my blue-lined synopsis. It’s something. More when the house is clean… enough for guests.

Writers should have alternatives to housework. Like maids!


Do you ever feel like you want something bad enough just to make it happen with the power of your will? I have a list of things I ought to be doing, but sometimes I just think it’d be nice to have the baby and not be quite so uncomfortable and forget about the rest of it.

I clean and I’m proofreading my manuscript. It doesn’t feel like a lot to do in the few days of this week so far, but it does add up to a lot of time. Running errands as well, of course. Can’t get by without that!

I suppose if I were to invent something, I’d make the housework do itself. We had a joke going on about that in college, where we had a robot that’d do dishes and laundry and take care of every need so we could do fun things with our lives. Our group of friends even had enough engineers to design it. It must have been a lot more fun to talk about than actually do, because we never got farther than detailing the specs.

But if i get ambitious one day, I’ll just will it into being. Wouldn’t it be nice?