I have an idea in my head of a post to write about how I’m proud of myself for tackling the daily task of cleaning the kitchen (the neglected-over-the-weekend kitchen) while the kids did homework sprawled out on the floor this afternoon.
See the picture? It means I really was thinking about this post.
See the title? That shows some creativity, right? The play on the word “home.” The double meaning?
But I have no creativity tonight. My brain was sucked dry by a day spent working on details for the release of my e-book next Monday. A day spent sitting, working on the computer, for almost seven straight hours. A day spent pretending that I didn’t notice the dryer had stopped.
I have a bit more understanding of the stereotypical writer character that you see in movies. The one with un-brushed hair, wrinkly clothes, and questionable aroma. The one with no time or concern whatsoever for personal appearance.
The one I looked like when I ran to my daughter’s school program and realized (after it was too late) that I had on no make-up. And no deodorant.
I was just thankful I was wearing a bra.
By the way, if you’re a blogger (5 readers or 5 million readers, it doesn’t matter), and you’re interested in becoming an affiliate for my e-book, please send me an email and include the url of your blog. I’ll email you soon with details about the e-book and of how to become an affiliate!