a jumbled up mess, but still life is good.

Well…I should be writing right now.  I have a nice chunk of uninterrupted time.  I could really dive in, long and deep…But it’s so much more fun blog to you!
I’ll just do a shortish blog and then buckle down to work.  At least that’s the plan.  But when one has work hanging over ones head it’s amazing how the procrastinations can just gobble up the time. 

That’s the challenge I think.  This new schedule.  More people in the house.  More needs to be filled.

It used to be that we’d get up at 6:45 am.  Don and I would alternate.  One week I cook the hot breakfast and Don does takes the dogs out, makes a school lunch or arranges the lunch money and drives Will to school.  The next week, Don’s on breakfast duty and I’m on the other.  (Once in a while I manage to do the weeks ironing on Sunday night, but more often than not, I fly around in the morning ironing Will’s school shirt and pants.)  Then when one of us was driving Will to school, the other one did the breakfast clean-up and put the pot on to boil.  By the time the driver got home the other one had the mugs of steaming hot tea all ready, and we’d both disappear into our writing rooms until our work was done. 

But now, there’s two breakfasts to cook.  The early morning one and then the 10:00 am one when our friend and care-giver wakes up.  And then, we usually skipped lunch, but our friend has diabetes and it’s really important that he eat regularly.  So there’s the lunch to prepare by 1:00 at the latest.  And you don’t just want to slap the food down and run because I think part of the problem was loneliness.  And it is important not to eat alone.  So by the time he’s done lunch it’s around 2.  And of course there are all the regular day to day chores as well, straightening, laundry, feeding and exercising the dogs, dishes, grocery shopping, homework, emails to answer.  And then of course…there is the blog!  Can’t not do the blog!  It’s way too much fun.  Much more fun than slogging along trying to wrestle with a stubborn manuscript that is irritated that I’ve decided to remove entirely one of the main characters from my last draft.  This guy does not want to be ejected and is arguing big time and hanging on to my fingers to keep them away from the delete and cut features of this computer.

Oh, and guess what else?  We did the whole screenplay deal, everything’s agreed on, signed etc.  I’ve written script and handed it in.  Everything’s roses right?  Not quite!  Apparently the one page release form that Rosie’s people sent over to my publisher has some language that the legal affairs person at my publishing house has difficulty with.  And because I’m WGA I can’t even talk to either side about the issues.  I can’t try to persuade anybody to do anything.  It’s out of my hands.  It’s not up to me.  And neither side is budging.  Phooey!  I don’t know what’s going to happen.

Now, it might seem like I’m complaining, but actually, I’m not.  I feel quite content at the moment.  My Molly dog snoring on my floor.  Right before I blogged I ate a chocolate ice cream crunch bar.  What could be better?  I live in a house where if I want to go to the freezer and get myself a special treat I can!  And I do!  Well, I’m going off to write now.  Thanks guys for warming up my writing fingers.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, November 15, 2007 in Chewing the Fat