Some Days… by Susan Lute
You know how some days you start out with a list of things to do as long as your arm…and you have an hour to get the list done? Today is one of those days. Well the last two weeks have been one of those days. So you pick the most urgent item and you work it until it’s done, and then you move to the next thing. Here’s me moving to the next thing.
Good morning SJP readers. Have your tea or coffee at your elbow? Good. I’ll get mine when I’ve penned the last word, and loaded this post to the blog.
The life of a writer takes some interesting turns. It’s an election year, so there’s that whole thing going on. Family, for good or ill, is a big part of my life anyway. They demand a lot of care and attention (not a bad thing). And then there’s the day job too, right? Pile on top of that the writing and you have a swilling cauldron of magic that is my journey.
Yesterday we held a reception at the house for the middle child. He and his bride have been married six weeks. So far they seem to be enjoying the ride. “The Crew” worked through the night , hanging the last piece of ceiling drywall at 9am yesterday morning. Decorating was finished as the first guest walked in the door. Guests included a couple who’s been married forty years, another four, one couple planning to get married – no date set yet. One lovely man’s wife just left after ten years. And of course the bride and groom attended. In the area of love and marriage, readers, everyone has their own tale to tell, their own journey to take. Why do some marriages work, and others don’t? Why does loving another person seem so easy for some, and yet a landmine for others?
These questions would be why I write romances, and why the sale of romances outstrip every other genre. We’re all looking for answers…and the one person who will complete our lives.
Words written this week? Too few to mention.
Books read? Nada. I did look with longing at the titles on Darla’s list, but truth is, the to-be-read pile on my Kindle is getting to be as ‘tall’ as the print books on my books shelf.
Clean up done from the reception? Heck no.
Due back at the day job? In twenty-one minutes.
Why do some marriages work and others don’t?