I’d complain about it being a crazy busy week, but I fear I’d sound redundant. Life has been frantic all summer. And we simply will NOT discuss how much I did or did not accomplish on the to-do list I mentioned on Monday. Let’s just say it’s leeching over into my weekend and leave it at that. This morning, I put my query writing skills to use by composing a kick-ass cover letter to go with Hubby’s job resume. It’s something I’ve meant to do for a while now, but he never thought to ask, and let’s face it, if you don’t nag me about these things, they tend to get pushed to the bottom of that very long list. But a job opening has come to our attention that required one, so it was time. I’ve concluded that writing a cover letter for a resume isn’t far removed from writing a query letter for a story. Except instead of pitching the key elements of a novel or an article, I was pitching the capabilities of my husband. And just like writing from a character’s POV in fiction, I was writing this l...

Panic has set in. The Pennwriters Conference is only two and a half weeks away and I am NOT READY. I had high hopes of spending the last month before the conference polishing my manuscript and my pitch. I also planned to spend lots of time researching the agents who are scheduled to attend. I was going to be PREPARED. Then Hubby got laid off. Priorities changed fast enough to give me whiplash. Suddenly it’s more important to generate immediate income. Sell Avon. Teach yoga. Writing does not provide that immediate income at the moment, so it’s taken a backseat. Of course, that means I’m battling a severe case of the crankies. Today I at least got to attend my critique group where I produced the second to the last chapter. The story is working. My critique buddies have been totally sucked in and demand to know what happens next when we reach the end of the chapter. It’s hugely satisfying, I might add. But what I really crave is time to fix the little things that need tweaking. Instead, I...

Some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re the windshield. Don’t know where I picked up that quote, but it feels appropriate today. We’ve known it was coming for quite some time now, but this afternoon, my husband, like so many others in this economy, lost his job. He’d been there for 32 years, so he’s a little rusty at his job search skills. It’s the health insurance issues that are most scary. If it weren’t for that, we’d just kick back and pretend to be an old retired couple for a while. As is, I’ve suddenly become the “bread winner.” HA! That’s REALLY scary, too. Don’t suppose anyone out there has any freelance work for a hungry writer, do you? Need any Avon products? Check out my online store at www.youravon.com/adashofy . We have lots of great Mother’s Day gifts at reasonable prices. Okay, back to writing. With a vengeance.