There’s been a lot going on in my life lately, just nothing I can blog about. Yet. Not until the US postal service gets its thumb out its butt. But that’s a different rant.
While a lot of my friends are starting to pack – or panic – about heading to San Francisco for Nationals, I am faced with a much more mundane chore. Finding places where I can write without interruption. I’ve got both Curly and Guitar Hero home on vacation this week. Curly’s not the problem, it’s GH. Having already had a few conversations with GH about how I am NOT planning on being his chauffeur this week, so he’d better not even ask, and knowing he’s not taken me seriously at all, I figure it’s better if I just absent myself from home so I can concentrate on my writing.
I’ve heard authors (Allison Brennan I think it was, as well as the ever famous story about JK Rowling penning Harry Potter) talking about writing at Starbucks and coffee shops; this afternoon Marley was telling me about a lovely bakery that has wireless in the States, but around here? Unfortunately, there are not many places that encourage you to ‘sit and stay a while’ and hardly anywhere offering WiFi (although that’s okay, that’s one less thing to distract me.) So it looks like I’ll be spending most of this week at the various libraries in the area.
Maybe while I’m there, I’ll pick up a few books on how to get your mid-twenty something mooching children out the door to find their independence. Even better, maybe I can bring Conan home to enforce our rules … like girlfriends are NOT allowed to spend the night in your bedroom. You want to act like an adult, get your own place. Yeah, there’s another rant.