My Writers Diary (aka My Criminal Activity)

March 24, 2018: Yes, it’s been awhile. Sorry. Sometimes you have no choice but to take a break. I needed one. On March 3, my wonderful father, Richard Watson, died. Something happens when you lose a parent. I had a wonderful father. I know not everyone can say that. Family is complicated and sometimes horrible. Not mine, at least not for the most part. No one can be wonderful all the time. Now, though, I have no safety net. Dad let me make mistakes, but he never judged me for making them. I knew that I could get the help I needed to fix things without fear of judgement. I was blessed and I knew it. I still know it, but now, I need to kick myself in the butt. That said, I’ve made a big decision. I’m going to publish both books of the Minor Invasion series THIS YEAR! God help me. Dad help me. I’m going to need it.

February 12, 2018: I am giving my self-esteem a workout. I have a deadline. I see no way I will make said deadline, but I refuse to change it and I refuse to get un-paralized. That must change because I am about to get a job. Now, I only have an interview, but something in me believes this job is mine for the taking, and that means that I’ll need to figure out how to balance two full-time jobs, my family responsibilities, and my sanity. I’ve never pushed myself that hard. I always come up with an excuse, but I cannot allow myself excuses anymore, because I’m going to publish this fucking book. Yes, I’m a adult. I swear sometimes. It’s a journal. If you can’t be saucy then what’s the point of keeping one. Anyway, the job is for a Children’s Librarian position, six month temporary. I don’t know where it will lead, but I will not take away from my goals. Time to get my arse in gear.


January 28, 2018: Gotta love Colorado. We got some snow (shocking!) and I managed to park my car on a whole section of ice two days ago. No sooner did I put my foot on it that it slipped right out from under me and I landed on my tush. I have a lovely sore on my hand and my left arm hurt Friday and all day yesterday as I used it to try and break my fall. Basically, that meant that I got no writing done this weekend. Sometimes life works out this way, and I did nothing Friday night or all day yesterday. I am not sorry, today my arm feels so much better because I took a day off. but that fact does nothing for the stress I feel trying to get my book done on time. Well, today isn’t over. Time to get to work. Check-in next week.


Proving Douglas Adams Wrong

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by”

This is the most famous quote from the Hitchhikers series, and, although I read them all, I don’t remember reading it, but I digress. My point? I feel not love, but guilt, when one whooshes past. I am two years late in delivering this book. Two Years!! Many deadlines have come and gone since then, and every time I fail to make one, my self-worth does a nose dive. And yet, irony of ironies, I would not do anything different. I had personal and family stuff that required all my energy, including creative. Every time one mess worked itself out, another arose to take its place. Frustrated does not begin to cover it. Now, though, things have settled into a kind of peace, and I’ve decided to try once again, to create deadlines AND KEEP THEM!

So, here we go, my second book, Now What?, will come out on April 30, 2018. Now excuse me. I have work to do