Rodeo Day (at my house)

Writing is like losing weight.

Sometimes I feel sabotaged by those close to me. I do not know what comes over people with dieting and writing. Is it just me? Do other people have difficulty getting work done when the family is around? AAahhhh! I want to scream for help sometimes, or beg mercy. Help!

If only I can finish the memoir and get a little break to work on my house and try and make everyone else happy and learn to set good boundaries and live a balanced life before moving on to the next big project.

Will my life ever be perfect? Well, No.

And writing a book is like having a baby. One of those things you do when you decide it's time, even though the stars never do align just so and we still live in a world of time and space and imperfections.

Whew. I'm glad I've had my kids--now for the career.

I wish you all oodles of time on your writing projects and right now I am waving my magic wand your way. Here goes? I'm shaking fairy dust on my head too.

I have to add thanks to my sweet friends who sent blarney wishes for St. Paddy's day. Those wishes make me smile and press on with joy. Friends are the greatest inspiration. Hug or kiss or email one today.

Love,
Rhonda