It's been a while since I blogged here-mainly because I had the usual crazy book deadlines to deal with. That's one of the problems when you foolishly decide to write for more than one publisher, every thing turns up at once. I had 2 books to finish, copy edits on one, galleys on another and covers to check. Of course, I always forget about real life as well.
I can guarantee that my family will also decide to behave completely out of character the moment I HAVE to finish a book. They fall on their faces and require root canals, end up in the Emergency Room with slashed hands, throw up everywhere...and with 4 kids (and a husband, a dog and a cat) there is plenty of the bad stuff to go around.
Machines stop functioning as well, drains block, toilets stop flushing, the dryer emits worrying black smoke. All my carefully acquired writing time slowly trickles away waiting for stuff to happen or waiting for other people to fix stuff that has happened.
I used to think it was just me but the more I talk to other writers, the more I realize it is the universe having a little laugh at me. Maybe it's because creative people aren't supposed to have to deal with the real world-in my dreams maybe :)
I decided I need an assistant.I was totally impressed by authors who had assistants at the RT convention-people who set out their books at the signing, made sure their water bottle was placed correctly, escorted them through hallways at an impressive pace. That's what I want-'people' to make my life work smoothly like that.
Unfortunately to get people I'll have to keep writing and hoping that the kids stay in one piece for a few more years!
Anyone else noticed this family disaster phenomenon whenever a book is due? Readers do you ever wonder whether writers really live glamorous lives?
Posted by Kate Pearce ::
1:13 PM ::