Ramblings...

So...  there's a writing contest I want to enter. The deadline is May 15. I have one more major scene to write in the story I'm currently actively working on. Then I have to go back and do some major re-writes and trimming. Then I'll have to do some polishing. I have two weeks so that should be plenty of time, right?

Uh... no?

We're on overtime for the next two weeks at work, there's an all day class tomorrow on 16th century fencing I want to attend, I've been asked to do a little speech at church this sunday about a missionary I knew, I have an SCA event to go to next weekend, and my apartment looks (as my mother would say) like a bomb hit it. I don't need perfect cleanliness, but I find I do better in tidy surroundings. What a shame I don't like to clean. I wonder what it would cost to have someone come in and vacuum, dust and sweep my dumpy little apartment? Probably far more than I could afford, so when I got home from work today (after a mere 12.5 hours after leaving home) I cleaned the cat boxes, brushed the kitties, took out the trash, tidied and vaccuumed the livingroom and loaded the dishwasher. Yay for being productive! I would dearly like to sit down and knit while I watch TV. But that deadline is looming. Better go pull up the book and at least get my final scene mapped out.

This is the life of an author. Geez, such glamor overwelms me. And I'm betting it won't change much after I get published. Sigh.