So now the next step in the Megan’s New Life Thing is to figure out how to incorporate the gym and the writing back into the sched.

I work four days a week, and am off today, so have already tackled the gym. The writing? Not so much. Although I am okay with short bursts of writing, it is awfully hard for me to concentrate on it when the Spawn is home, and might need to tell me about Yu-Gi-Oh cards or something (seriously. Ever have insomnia? Get an 11 year-old to explain just what card defeats what other card).

But the itch is so strong, and the story I’m working on–the Urban Fantasy–is so FUN, and I just want to get back to it. So I’m going to have to do it, somehow.

And work out.
And do laundry.
And keep my baseboards clean (one of my New Year’s Resolutions, no lie).

Wish me luck.

I have been a bad blogger, possibly the Worst Blogger In The Entire World (although perhaps I exaggerate), because I have been so incredibly lame about updating.

So here I am. Abashed AND ashamed.

What have I been doing instead?

Getting the new middle schooler ready for middle school. First day went as expected, which is to say he was very confused and overwhelmed.

Reading.

Writing! Sent the Champion Agent not one, but TWO proposals. One she can do nothing with now, it was just to get it out of my head for the time being. The other she might be able to do something for.

More writing! I wrote an article for the NINC newsletter.

And another project! A super-secret fun project for which I am getting paid. Woot!

. . . and I always have my freelance job. So life is busy, and I am trying to keep all the things I have to do getting done and all (not that that makes sense, but it’s late–almost midnight–and I’ve been up since 6:00am, albeit with a smidge of a nap in the middle there).

This is what the hero of the short historical thingy I’m working on looks like:

The thing is, I love posting stuff here, whether it’s a rant, or a hawt guy or a picture of a cup of coffee. It’s just that I’ve been both busy and boring (and alliterative, apparently–see! I did it again!), so haven’t bothered. Will bother more now that the school year has recommenced.

Megan

*No reference to the Champion Agent, whose name is Louise, nor to my cousin Luis; it’s merely something I’ve always said.

So the Frampies are at the Jersey Shore, which means plenty of sun, sand, et al; the ‘et al’ could mean eating twin lobsters, or napping on the shore, or reading without guilt.

Yay!

‘Et al’ could also mean adjusting one’s conversation to include the MIL’s constant hovering concern, and all sorts of guarded fun. But whatev.

Meanwhile, I’ve been allowing my subconscious to work on the Demon Story (it has a dopey, deliberately obscure name in my head, but I’m not sharing it here), and have come up with some fun plot developments. I can’t wait to get back into it, after finishing the Regency-set historical novella I promised the Materialistic Buddhist I’d write (for my own benefit, mind you, since she is a Buddhist and all).

I’ve also exercised every day, including running and biking, so I don’t feel as logey and sluggish as I sometimes do when chowing on sticky buns and cream-filled doughnuts.

So yay.

Will likely post tomorrow to alert about a Riskies post, and then will see all back in Brooklyn.

I broke ground on the Big Fun Paranormal Idea yesterday; and immediately realized the first scene wasn’t right, but that’s okay.

The first two paragraphs totally ROCK.

Only a gazillion, approximately, to go.

I reached my immediate goal of 25,000 words (25,077, actually), and sent it off to the Delightful Phone Friend, who has promised to give me her honest opinion.

Before that, I put in the obligatory appearance at the school picnic, where I stood with other parents and chatted. A lot of chatting. It only felt like I was an inappropriate oddball a few times, thank goodness, and then the Son had a playdate and I tried to catch up on freelance work–the paying job.

And the So Much More Sociable Than I, Although He Wouldn’t Admit It, Not For A Second Spouse is going out tonight, so I’ll be ironing shirts and watching Wire in the Blood. There might be a beer or two involved also.

It’s been a weird day, ’cause I spent way too much time at the computer, and have that vaguely dissatisfied computer feeling when you’ve internet od’ed.

But I did reach the goal. Tomorrow I break ground on the Big, Fun Paranormal Idea, which I have been dying to do (not literally–it’s not that kind of paranormal. I leave the deathy-gruesome stuff to people who can do it much better than I).